i told you everything yesterday in the room
and I love you okay?can't hide it anymore
we are on earth....
Indeed
I am not afraid to join you in paradise....
well not yet...
a lifetime we have
If i come out of this clean and alive i will marry you
i know....
I think this words might be my last....We have to tell the truth to the kids because symbols we have more than words i don't want to loose you now that i found you....
With his hand the old man wiped away the tears that clouded his eyes.
NIKITAS And how did misfortune happen to return to Skaba again?
PAGRATIS When he was widowed, he went to the monastery of Stoupio. Her child was born there. But her health was broken, it never happened. The doctors saw her wither every day and didn't understand what was wrong with her! I know what was eating her; she freezes from a broken heart!... As she felt that her end was near, she wanted her child to visit his father's grave. So he left the city, and with the passport of Efstathios Daphnomils went to Dyrrachium, and from there, with his help, entered Skeba. She knew she was going to die and asked to be buried next to her husband. She ordered me to freeze her child to the queen, and alone we poured out the cross on the child's neck, so that Augusta would recognize it. I shot a lot, because the place was restless. In those days Veria had surrendered to our King without a fight, but Servia held out. That short man, Nikulitsas like a lion, they say he used to fight! But when the fortress fell and our king caught him, he forgave him, they say, and set him free, they say! It's true;
NIKITAS Yes, indeed. But he put a condition on him not to return to Bulgaria.
Nikitas laughed.
PAGRATIS Don't shout so loudly, don't let anyone hear you and tell him! That's when you'll test its power! He wants to take revenge on you, he remembers that he is a king.
Pagratis looked around in fright, but saw no one.
NIKITAS The river has no ears, he said, and we are far from the Holy Palace. Then I leave tomorrow.
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Historical FictionTHE TIME OF THE BOULGAR KILLER THEATRE PLAY IN GREECE I WROTE FROM THE BOOK OF P.D INTRODUCTION TO A PROJECT