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somewhere in the distance, one heard a barking. Everyone stopped listening. Then again, as if on command, everyone started talking.

      “Look, the wolf ate only Gatso and wounded Garinja and now it can not drag himself to the house” – suggested one and the other replied:

      “Everything can be! People, stop talking, let’s call Garinja again, we’ll hear where it is, let’s go there and find.”

      And they did it. Again, they heard a barking in the direction of the Machkova Stena[5]. It is a bare rock with a height of more than seventy meters, with sharp stones in the foothills. It was named after one cat[6]), which penetrated into the smokehouse or cellar in the village and did great harm. One evening one of the villagers caught him, thrust him into a linen bag and threw him from the top of this rock on to sharp stones. He thought that he killed him and went home. To the surprise of him and all the villagers that night the cat was walking around the village and meowing so loudly that everyone thought that evil spirits lived in it. After this night no one saw him ever again. Because of this, since this story became known, all the peasants avoided this rock. And now all together they went in this direction. Soon they found Garinja and the lying body of the baby. When they saw near the torn body of the snake, it became clear to everyone what had happened. Great – grandfather and great – grandmother looked at the flattened body of their child.

      “How is it, sonny?” – The great – grandfather cried embracing a motionless body.

      Next to him my grandmother sobs and tears her hair. And many others cry. Garinja joined them nibbling. God knows how long this would have lasted if there had not been a wolf howl from somewhere nearby. Garindja snarled and they all shuddered. My great – grandfather Mitar took my grandfather, pressed him to his chest and everyone hurried home. Complete silence. Everyone expected to hear the wolf’s howl again. Everybody thought that it, probably, has the den somewhere nearby and it was disturbed.

      In this silent procession my great – grandfather’s voice sounded like thunder:

      “Kosana, I think I feel that our child is alive!”

      They all crowded together and brought torches. And indeed, my grandfather was alive. Completely he weakened by poison, but still alive. They reached the house and lit the lamp. The fire was kindled to warm a room and they took off my grandfather’s clothes and put him in untreated wool. Exhausted by the search the neighbors dispersed and at home remained tired members of our family. All went to bed, only my great – grandfather Mitar remained to support the furnace in the fire and watch my grandfather if, God forbid, something happens.

      That night my great – grandfather Demetrius entered into spiritual contact with the previous Chosen One and asked him to explain the events, that took place. The previous Chosen was silent for a long time and then very cautiously replied:

      “Demetrius, the will of God and the previous Elected ones can not be resisted. The child must go through a difficult test because of your resistance to our will. None of yours should know about this, and the child after that will receive even greater strength from all previous Chosen.”

      The next few days neighbors and relatives came from all sides to see and learn about my grandfather’s health. And his condition did not change at all. Coma. He was neither alive nor dead. Only breathes and does not move any part of the body by a millimeter. And so went every day. Every day, every night, someone was next to him. He did not eat anything. Just through a funnel they filled him a little bit of dissolved honey and tea. Something poured over his lips and penetrated between his clenched teeth. So, it was several times a day.

      The twenty – first day has come. That morning, great – grandmother Kosana stood up and kneaded the bread dough, and great – grandfather Mitar, after a sleepless night, was still sitting on a chair near the bed of boards he had made for the child and filled with untreated wool, with his hands laid on the put stick and his head leaning against hands and dozing. He waits for his grandmother to bake bread. He will have breakfast and he will go about his business. He was put to sleep by the weak squeaking of the old wooden table, where she kneaded the bread. While he was dozing and great – grandmother kneaded bread my grandfather’s eyes opened and he looked around the room. Afterwards, God knows how long it was, he saw his father, how he sleeps and the mother kneaded the dough. He looks at her and has a strange feeling, as if he hears her thoughts:

      “My God, for what our poor child is so tormented. Have mercy on God, take him to yourself and stop his suffering so that other family members can rest.”

      “Mom, I will not die…” – my grandfather said in a weak voice. The great – grandmother trembled with astonishment and her great – grandfather jumped out of sleep.

      “God, this is our child gone mad!” – There was his first thought after the interrupted sleep.

      And this thought heard my grandfather.

      “Daddy, I have not gone mad…” – again my grandfather said.

      They both have lost the gift of speech from surprise. They could not believe either their ears or eyes. Then the great – grandfather stood up, went to the child, took a weak body in his arms and cried for joy. To this joy joined great – grandmother and the rest numbers of the family of my grandfather, who came up from the next room. At that moment everyone was happy. As well as the last time, when all this happened, a message spread through the village that the boy had woken up from a coma. Again, neighbors, relatives and friends visited him. Many visits my grandfather slept because of exhaustion, but many times, when he did not sleep, he called his father and silently whispered to him what the guests thought. Great – grandfather asked him to remain silent not letting him say anything to the guests, so that they did not recognize the secret of my grandfather.

      “Sonny, only be cured and fully strengthened. The father will take you to the priest, so that he read the prayers and all the evil left you!” – Whispered his grandfather, stroking his hair.

      So, day after day, week after week and a month and a half later my grandfather completely recovered. His grandfather Demetrius again began to deal with him. Now the child showed even greater success.

      One day father took and brought him to church. He told the priest Gavril everything that happened. At the end he confessed:

      “We dare not think anything wrong with him. He reads our thoughts as literate, as if it was a book.”

      “Mitar, can you stay with us for two or three nights, because we hope that the day after tomorrow, or on the third day, Grace will come to our church and make a decision on what to do with the child.”

      Great – grandfather agreed, they slept two nights and on the third day Grace Theodosius arrived. Pop Gabriel told him everything and Grace ordered to take the child to church, teach literacy and drive evil spirits out of him. This was reported to my great – grandfather and he, having no other choice, left his child and returned home alone. Father Demetrius was waiting for him at the door of the house.

      “Son, what did you do with the child?”

      “Dad, you know that our child is possessed by an unclean spirit and I left him in the church at the behest of Bishop Theodosius, so that he could read prayers all year long and his body was cleansed of sin. He will learn to read and write too.”

      “Oh, sonny, I do not know whether you made a mistake or not…”

      That night, my grandfather’s grandfather again entered into spiritual contact with the previous Chosen One and asked him to explain what had happened. He received the answer not to interfere, the child had to spend the next year in the church, in order to learn to read and write, and then it could be possible to continue studying with him until his perfection. Then Demetrius calmed down.

      After admission to the church the grandfather began to live a completely different life than the one he lived before. In the church he must do all the deeds demanded of him. He had to read, write numbers, letters and constantly pray that evil spirits emerge from his body. So, the days passed. He prayed to God more and more connecting with the spiritual realm, he studied and constantly kept

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