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A short play about good and evil.
Rain. The edge of the forest. A cemetery and a small church are visible nearby. A man stands and cries. Feathers are scattered around him.
-“I am a fallen angel. I am trampled.
I threw myself down to earth.
My sentence has already been whispered.
Now all that remains is death.
But I will not give up! To spite the heavens,
I will not become an inhabitant of the graveyard.
I will learn the human craft.
Being a human is very simple.”
A peasant walks by, sees the crying man, and speaks to him.
-“Ha-ha! You, who have lost your greatness,
Who soared in the heights, knowing no troubles,
You are an angel in human form,
Who knew nothing but victory.
You think you have lost everything.
Rejected by the heavens and the Creator,
You do not yet know the bitterness of human life,
And you do not consider death to be the end.
Let me disillusion you,
You naive child of Heaven.
Being a human is often –
Bearing a heavier cross.
Have you known Love, winged one?
The excitement, the racing of the heart?”
-“And you, as if you know something about it, horned one!
I understand! You are not just a human!
It is pointless to argue with you, unclean one.
You are just a snake, just a sweet poison,
You bring only sorrow to people,
And people are susceptible to temptation.”
-“Wake up, winged one! You are with me now!
And I am only sobering you up and giving you hope.
You consider yourself a spent arrow,
But you have been thrown away like a gray stone… Eh, ignorant one.”
-“I will not join forces with the unclean! Have you forgotten
How we clashed in that battle?
Do you not remember that I killed you then?”
-“Calm down, Angel, don’t be so hot-headed,
That was not me, but my brother.
Now you cannot defeat me.
Therefore, be with me!
And I will be able to reward you for it.
Think about it, Angel, we are together…
We will create a great amusement!”
-“Horned one, are you in your right mind?
I would rather perish in oblivion!”
A flash of lightning cuts through the sky and strikes the demon. He hisses and writhes, but escapes and hides in some hole. The clouds part, and the Angel is in a circle of sunlight. A quiet voice, almost a whisper, is heard: “You have passed the test, the fourth.” The feathers around the Angel rise into the air. A blue-green glow appears, and the Angel grows wings. After flapping them a few times, the angel soars into the sky. The demon sits in a rat hole, clutching a feather from the angel’s wing.
“Oh, how naive
The messengers of Heaven are, and how strange…
Let them be soaked in the rain,
And scorched by lightning,
But the main thing is that I managed to get it.
Now all that remains is one thing.
To suggest the idea of flight to people.
And my work will be done.
It is said that the idea of creating a flying machine was suggested to Leonardo da Vinci by demons, and he even made a deal with them. In those days, there was a belief that if an angel’s feather was placed in the hold of a ship, it would sail. The myth of a flying ship is found in many tribes. Did Leonardo succeed? No. Because the Heavens outsmarted the demon and, instead of an angel’s feather, he received a feather from a white eagle. Why did he need it? I don’t know. But the fourth one is doing well. He successfully passed the qualification and all charges were dropped against him. What charges? You will find out later… Well, sometime, when I’m not too lazy.
Rain. The edge of the forest. A cemetery and a small church are visible nearby. A man stands and cries. Feathers are scattered around him.
-“I am a fallen angel. I am trampled.
I threw myself down to earth.
My sentence has already been whispered.
Now all that remains is death.
But I will not give up! To spite the heavens,
I will not become an inhabitant of the graveyard.
I will learn the human craft.
Being a human is very simple.”
A peasant walks by, sees the crying man, and speaks to him.
-“Ha-ha! You, who have lost your greatness,
Who soared in the heights, knowing no troubles,
You are an angel in human form,
Who knew nothing but victory.
You think you have lost everything.
Rejected by the heavens and the Creator,
You do not yet know the bitterness of human life,
And you do not consider death to be the end.
Let me disillusion you,
You naive child of Heaven.
Being a human is often –
Bearing a heavier cross.
Have you known Love, winged one?
The excitement, the racing of the heart?”
-“And you, as if you know something about it, horned one!
I understand! You are not just a human!
It is pointless to argue with you, unclean one.
You are just a snake, just a sweet poison,
You bring only sorrow to people,
And people are susceptible to temptation.”
-“Wake up, winged one! You are with me now!
And I am only sobering you up and giving you hope.
You consider yourself a spent arrow,
But you have been thrown away like a gray stone… Eh, ignorant one.”
-“I will not join forces with the unclean! Have you forgotten
How we clashed in that battle?
Do you not remember that I killed you then?”
-“Calm down, Angel, don’t be so hot-headed,
That was not me, but my brother.
Now you cannot defeat me.
Therefore, be with me!
And I will be able to reward you for it.
Think about it, Angel, we are together…
We will create a great amusement!”
-“Horned one, are you in your right mind?
I would rather perish in oblivion!”
A flash of lightning cuts through the sky and strikes the demon. He hisses and writhes, but escapes and hides in some hole. The clouds part, and the Angel is in a circle of sunlight. A quiet voice, almost a whisper, is heard: “You have passed the test, the fourth.” The feathers around the Angel rise into the air. A blue-green glow appears, and the Angel grows wings. After flapping them a few times, the angel soars into the sky. The demon sits in a rat hole, clutching a feather from the angel’s wing.
“Oh, how naive
The messengers of Heaven are, and how strange…
Let them be soaked in the rain,
And scorched by lightning,
But the main thing is that I managed to get it.
Now all that remains is one thing.
To suggest the idea of flight to people.
And my work will be done.
It is said that the idea of creating a flying machine was suggested to Leonardo da Vinci by demons, and he even made a deal with them. In those days, there was a belief that if an angel’s feather was placed in the hold of a ship, it would sail. The myth of a flying ship is found in many tribes. Did Leonardo succeed? No. Because the Heavens outsmarted the demon and, instead of an angel’s feather, he received a feather from a white eagle. Why did he need it? I don’t know. But the fourth one is doing well. He successfully passed the qualification and all charges were dropped against him. What charges? You will find out later… Well, sometime, when I’m not too lazy.
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