When incandescent Spanish sun goes down, vices, forgotten hurt and revengeful thoughts cover the accursed Seville‘s streets - night discovers great strength of human sin. And upon one such night I took on the role of witness of dramatic incident, which occurred in one of the local taverns. As usual, I sat in the recess of tavern «Schiavonesca» and drank chateau vine with dream about charming future. All of a sudden I noticed figure of a man in black raincoat and in black wide brim hat. His wistful smile belied the world-sadness he had in the depth of his heart, whereas strong arms demonstrated his military past. He walked slowly to one of the tables…
- I perfectly remember the day, when I killed my first enemy. It was a Dutchman - insurgent from Statthalter‘s regiment. I pierced him with this sword in magnificent Flanders fields. – And this old veteran laid his silver rapier on old table. His face was calm.
- What do you want, lousy dog? Who the hell are you? – said light beaded voice with a claim to arrogance and superiority.
- I want the truth; I crave the pure truth of one day, which has changed all in my life.
- Get out of here, stupid drunkard! I do not have time for empty chatter! Begone! – but stranger in black grabbed throat of restless person.
- May 21, 1628. Do you remember this date? Do you remember what you committed in that day? – said stranger with the same calm and tranquility.
- No… - and note of dominance has changed on hoarse wail.
- I can recall. At quiet night of May five Catalonian daredevils broke in domain of count de la Vega. They caught Donna Anna and her small child, who was unified inheritor of count dignity. After that they abused this golden-haired angel and hung her lifeless body on the branch of old local oak. Small count was watching this procession… Do you remember his gaze? Do you remember his breath? And after that you strangled this incipient soul. Do you remember it?
- Yeeess… - said pitiable voice.
I distinctly remember facial expression of man in black – it kept the same calm. I still venerate stoic nature of this man and sometimes I want to incarnate his ideals in my life.
- So, A time to live and a time to die… Repent!
Revenge obliterates borders between good and evil…
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