I don't understand... When he grew up, neighbours used to tell me that the decision of faith was spelled out in fire letters in the sky. Their alone commanded the seasons, they would say. Yes, of course. I suppose they really do. And they also decree who is to live and who to die... But he... My child... My boy... (...)
When he grew up, neighbours used to tell me that the decision of faith was spelled out in fire letters in the sky.
Their alone commanded the seasons, they would say.
Yes, of course. I suppose they really do.
And they also decree who is to live and who to die...
But he... My child... My boy... (...)