Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:49:25 +0000
crawling on his knees, he stumbled towards the gallows in alternate spells
of complete darkness and flashes of light. When he reached the gallows he
was already ankle-deep in water and threw off his soaking tallith. Wearing
only his shirt Matthew fell at Yeshua's feet. He cut the ropes round his
knees, climbed on to the lower crossbar, embraced Yeshua and freed his arms
leading lights of the Moscow theatrical world.
The queue was in a state of high excitement, attracting the attention
of the passers-by and busily swapping hair-raising stories about the
previous evening's incredible performance of black magic. Vassily
Stepanovich the accountant, who had not been at yesterday's show, was
growing more and more uneasy. The commissionaires were saying
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