“Greeting, people!” Angel smiled.
“And who might you be, we wonder?” they muttered.
“I am a son of God,” answered Angel. “I have come to aid you.”
“We didn't call for you!” they have bitten.
“Of that, I know,” replied Angel. “That's why I have come to you.”
“Because you weren't expected?” men burst out laughing.
“No, because you would never call for me yourself.”
“The stub is clear, the day is ended,” they have been mocking. “We are living pretty well even without ones like you!”
“Oh, that I see,” Angel has sighted. “Have already collected stones to banish us, have you?”
“What was that?” a shout came from a crowd.
“Throw away your stones from the bosoms,” said Angel. “Better, if on the road.”
“Well, you know,” people have choked. “What if they will still be of some use to us?”
“Going to throw them in the sky, are you?” Angel smiled. “Or have you forgotten of the gravitation invisible?”
“We have forgotten nothing! Of all the natural laws we are aware of, taming it!”
“To tame one, you have to love one. We are responsible for the ones whom we tame.”
“How very smart of you, oh our star-descended one!”
“For what reason have you brought knives together with you? Are you going to cut yourselves in distemper, I wonder?”
“Nay, we have no need to cut ourselves, oh damned one! Intended for the enemy of ours this weapon is.”
“How are you expecting to distinguish friends from foes, if anger blinds minds of yours so often?”
“Have no worry of that, we'll sort it all somehow with no aid from your side! We have lived much and we have known much.”
“Who is that one, standing among you with a backpack that has hunched his back? Why haven't you tried to facilitate the burden of his, idly standing?”
“Oh, ye are a stupid one, indeed! A stock of stones for the ones like you we have gathered in that backpack, so that they were always, well, at hand.”
“Do facilitate the burden of your brother.”
“We are going to throw that stones at ye then, foolish one!”
“Try it, if minds of yours thirst for no other.”
“Tally-ho, brothers! Have no mercy!”
“And where is the fulfillment of your desires, throwing ones? Or haven't you been warned of the gravitation invisible?”
“Oh, how terribly painful it is! Save us, ignorant ones, from those stones, flying back to us! Accelerating are those stones returning and feet of ours have stuck seriously like in a bog, and no longer can we move forward! Rescue us for we thirst for living intolerably nevertheless! Save us, we beg of you!”
“Lend your hands to each other and let last ones from you take my hands, if out of bogs you are daring to get out. Carry you on my wings I will, believed ones. Hold each other tight for now to be saved!”
“Why have you saved us, oh Angel, sent from the heavens?”
“Whether you feel better with no stones in your possessions, I wonder?”
“We didn't ask you for favors! Homes of ours are destroyed, clothes of ours are smeared in the dirt – and whether by your favor, we wonder?”
“Whether it was not you who have plunged yourselves straight into a swamp? What are you carrying in bosoms once again?”
“Because we have dirtied ourselves in that smelly mug, then you shall be washed in it as well! Like us, you will become from now on from the inside out!”
“Have you no fear to turn black from the dirt of yours, I wonder?”
“Tally-ho, oh brothers! Have no mercy!”