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In the name of the Father , the Son...

And the Holy spirit...

Son Christ let us close the circle so

the unholy one wouldn't crawl up to our homes ...

We must suffer and pray ...

Lord, help me protect

my children from the unholy one!

Let them believe that in the sealed

old church miracle will happen!

Help me!

Show them what will happen to them,

If they do not listen!

Today is the first day of April.

Spring has probably already arrived in Greenwich.

I imagine you at the window.

In front of you is a flower garden.

The spring sun caress your hair ...

- Thank you, nanny!

- Shame on you!

- Shut up, witch!

- Carrier pigeons, isn't it?

- Dad, look at me ...

Oh, Lord...

I'll kill him!

It's been exactly one year

since the beginning of my journey.

Luck, that followed me,

abandoned me.

I swerved out of the way, that's clear.

I have not eaten for several days.

I have no more money

to continue my journey.

- Don't shoot! - Who are you?

- Theologians from the Kiev seminary.

- Food ... Food ... You have any?

- You want to eat? - Yes. I want.

Why didn't you say so ...

Here, help yourself!

- You hid it? - I?

- From me!

- Oi! - What do you want? Move that away!

That's not food, that's snack! - Here!

This one, for friendship

- Gentleman, then, is a scientist?

- Yes, yes, a scientist. - Us also.

I am rhetor Gorobets.

And this is theologian Khalyava.

- City, town ... Where is it?

- There's one nearby. Hutor.

Hutor?

- I would not advise even the devil to go there.

- Why? - Last spring, we lost a friend there.

- Scientist? - Yes, scientist.

Philosopher. Khoma Brut.

Last year I, Khoma and Khalyava were coming home

through that place.

Because of the fog, or, devils led us astray,

we got lost.

- Panas, where are you going?

- Sorry, Taras, but duty is duty.

- For the commemoration?

- We drank.

- For the soul? - That we can.

For the soul...

- Who's there? - Grandma, let us spend the night.

- A lot of people here, where to put you?

Fine!

I'll let you.

Listen, grandma, my stomach churns

like ungreased wheel.

What does he want?

I have nothing.

Remember what she said?

I'll sell you green beans!

Crooked old woman

- And her nose is not pretty. He hands are

dirty. - All old women witches.

- Ones on the markets are really witches.

- From the weariness we dozed off ...

Listen, granny, it's fasting days.

I'm that kind of guy, not even for a

1000 chervons, would I break my fasting...

No, granny, no...

You're old, old...

The old woman was actually the young mistress,

but she was a witch. I know for sure.

My teacher Isaac Newton discovered the law

of gravity and that free flight is impossible.

But free fall you have as much as you want.

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