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Marianna put on a black ankle-length skirt, a black blouse, and sat in a chair.

Seems like everything is ready… Oh, yes, I need to call Roma. Roma lived in the neighboring village and had proposed to Marianna back in college. Marianna remembered the funny story of how Roma first proposed to her, and when she declined, he proposed to her friend Nastya. He even brought both of them to his village to introduce them to his parents. His father then said, “You brought two girls!”

Just the other day, Marianna met Roma, and he suggested they meet up.

Marianna went to the payphone to make a long-distance call.

“Roma! Hi!” Marianna tried to speak louder, the line was crackling and it was hard to hear. “I can’t come to the meeting, I can’t, I’m leaving for a faraway country. That’s it, Roma, goodbye!”

The deed was done, and Marianna sat back in the chair, waiting for something. That’s it…

The next day, the neighbor girl dragged Marianna to church to confess.

She remembered not to eat or drink anything in the morning. At the church, the neighbor pulled Marianna by the hand to the priest for confession. The neighbor felt at home in the church; she and her aunt and mother often went to church. At the end of the service, Marianna saw people lining up for communion, and the neighbor’s aunt and mother were the first in line. Having done this many times before, it was routine for them, and everyone here knew it.

At home, late in the evening, Marianna couldn’t sleep. A wild fire in her chest was bothering her; it seemed like she would soon be reduced to a pile of ashes. She didn’t feel like sleeping or eating. Maybe there was something wrong with the apartment, or witches were attacking?

She needed to read the Gospel… The stars were shining outside the window. Marianna opened Bible pages on the internet and began reading aloud in Russian. This would drive away evil forces if they were attacking. But, the miracle didn’t happen, and the fire in her body flared up even more, and insomnia wouldn’t let go. After browsing the internet, Marianna read: you shouldn’t read the Gospel at night; dark forces could even kill you.

The spiritual path had begun…