Female Spider, or a Claw is stuck, the Bird is Los

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Female Spider, or a Claw is stuck, the Bird is Lost.
Marina Popova

A female spider felt trembling of the web and stopped dead.

 “Not at all! I take it easy! I played notes and note names, I found money, so what! I got rid of it as quickly as I found it!” a woman shrugged her shoulders.

 “Not by accident Lev Tolstoy called his dramatic work ‘The Domain of Darkness, or a Claw is stuck, the Bird is Lost,’” I said.

“What’s the problem?! It’s not magic, it’s a game!” fenced my companion.

In the meantime, the female spider scented a new victim as the web shook, and caught her breath.

An old woman was teaching a young girl: “You should pronounce only one word, and your beloved one will never leave you!”

The web shook again.

Another victim touched the web, but it was too early to act, and the female spider stopped dead again. She had enough patience. No need to hurry.

A seller took money for the goods sold and started sweeping the counter with it, saying certain charms and calling next buyers in such a manner.

The web shook again.

This victim was almost caught. Some more ritual actions with money and deceit of buyers, and one more slave for dark forces was ready.

 From computer screens a lovely gran with a scarf on her head was offering to cast a love-spell, to make rich...

And weak souls-butterflies were flying in.

Someone cast a spell... His\her Heart suddenly fell in love with another man or woman...

And the bewitched one followed his/her love object as a shadow turning his/her life into hell.

There it was, but people said... Someone enriched themselves. Much money spoiled and depraved them.

The victim didn’t need much money – people were dying befuddled by their passion...

“A Claw is stuck, the Bird is Lost” – Lev Tolsoy wrote half a century ago.

Who listens to him? Who is thinking of that?!

He warned people clearly and simply that it was dangerous to play with darkness! It’s like a play of a butterfly with a spider web, which it will never break, but tangle itself worse!

However, the butterfly could fly by the web, if it wished, hadn’t been its body interests put over Spiritual ones!

Crowds of Ghosts with wings tangled by the web were dragging in darkness...

Free Spirits were flying high in the sky towards the Sun.




Translated by Tatiana Maslennikova.

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