Officials were killed, people`s property was robbed. One of them entered into the house of pastor and killed his sons. Soon, the government troops came and defeated the attackers. The young boy, who killed the sons of pastor, sentenced to death. In the center of town built a gallows. A penalty imposed immediately on the next day. The exhausted city plunged into restless sleep.
Only pastor didn`t sleep. All night a light shone lonely in his house. Once again, he reasoned: «The punishment is fair. This boy will get what he deserved. He killed my sons. Everything is right by law. However, what about mercy? Maybe life imprisonment would be better rather death. Do save his life? I`m servant of God. But he`s the killer of my children! Oh God! What should I do?” feelings fought in soul of pastor. In his thoughts, he reached almost madness.
The city woke up early. All residents of city went to the central square. Everyone wanted to be close to this spectacle – execution of murder. People were boiling from anger, so young boy was taken to the shelter under guards. But he was proud and irreconcilable. He was proud of his revenge. He was against those who was below. Two hostile camps. For a moment – and everything will end.
The judge was pronouncing the verdict, as suddenly the noise of human voice began to calm down. People faded, giving way to the girl. It was pastor`s daughter. Everyone watched her hand, in which she kept a folded piece of paper. What can a pastor ask for the murder of his children? The girl, shaking hands, gave the judge a note.
At that moment, a dead silence reigned. The judge unfolded the sheet, trying to read, and he had a throat with iron ticks. It seemed that eternity had passed. He spoke with incredible efforts: "I beg to adopt this boy." The judge silently made a sign to the guards to bring the boy to the pastor's house. Pacification swept over the crowd. Now he will become one of them.
The young man was unleashed and led to the house. Only now, he began to realize that what is waiting for him. «I will have to sit with him at one table, take bread out of his hands. It will have to call his "father". In addition, the worst thing will be to look into his eyes. God, why did not I be executed? » Despair and fear did not allow him to move, his head bent lower on his chest, his legs became heavier. What a long way!
When they came to the house, the boy did not raise his head, but felt that the pastor was waiting for him at the gate. His legs clenched, and if they were not guards, he would have fallen. For a moment, all of them stood motionless: a pastor and a murderer of his sons.
«Son, come to your house», - it seemed that the world has fluttered with these words. Slowly the boy raised his head. Their eyes fluttered. Tears jerked from the eyes of the young man, he rushed to the hands of the pastor.
“My father, sorry.”
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