Happy Life
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- I don't think there's anything I can say to her, and I doubt she's in the mood for conversation. But I can try to offer a prayer to the Savior. Maybe that will help somehow.
Saying this, Dorobo scratches the back of his head, pondering how best to proceed in this situation. Finally, he signals to everyone present to step back a bit.
Removing the Lady's heart from around his neck, he carefully places it on the floor in front of the ghost, pausing his hand over it for a few moments. Then, he lights a match and uses it to fumigate the room, and after that, he takes out a deck of Orthodox cards and lays them out around the ghost – for a better effect. Finally, he sits on the floor in front of the restless soul, crossing his legs in a Turkish style, looks at her with compassion, then closes his own eyes and clasps his hands in a prayerful gesture.
- Kind mother, grieving princess, empress of sorrow and silence, dark ember in the depths of all-consuming darkness... I call upon you with a plea to see the pain of this tormented soul, unable to bear the imperfections of this wretched world... - not being a theologian, Zeikin didn't know or remember most of the popular prayers, so in his mumbling, he tried to express the emotional component with the words he could, expressing himself more with his heart than with his tongue. - ...May you ease her suffering, may you help her find peace, for there is no greater suffering in the world than endless eternity... the very thing that is destined for all those unfortunate souls who delude themselves with the false hope of one day shedding their material shackles... may they not be left alone with themselves in utter darkness... may they find peace, even if not in this doomed world, then in the next...
The uncle continued to mumble various variations of what he had said for some time, until his vocabulary and imagination were completely exhausted, like a stream that had dried up under the scorching sun for many months.
Saying this, Dorobo scratches the back of his head, pondering how best to proceed in this situation. Finally, he signals to everyone present to step back a bit.
Removing the Lady's heart from around his neck, he carefully places it on the floor in front of the ghost, pausing his hand over it for a few moments. Then, he lights a match and uses it to fumigate the room, and after that, he takes out a deck of Orthodox cards and lays them out around the ghost – for a better effect. Finally, he sits on the floor in front of the restless soul, crossing his legs in a Turkish style, looks at her with compassion, then closes his own eyes and clasps his hands in a prayerful gesture.
- Kind mother, grieving princess, empress of sorrow and silence, dark ember in the depths of all-consuming darkness... I call upon you with a plea to see the pain of this tormented soul, unable to bear the imperfections of this wretched world... - not being a theologian, Zeikin didn't know or remember most of the popular prayers, so in his mumbling, he tried to express the emotional component with the words he could, expressing himself more with his heart than with his tongue. - ...May you ease her suffering, may you help her find peace, for there is no greater suffering in the world than endless eternity... the very thing that is destined for all those unfortunate souls who delude themselves with the false hope of one day shedding their material shackles... may they not be left alone with themselves in utter darkness... may they find peace, even if not in this doomed world, then in the next...
The uncle continued to mumble various variations of what he had said for some time, until his vocabulary and imagination were completely exhausted, like a stream that had dried up under the scorching sun for many months.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
