In front of a million

  This guy was an angel, from the very birth till the actual death. Angel hadn't shown the beautiful, light, snow-white wings he had. Every walker by could feel them. His angelic aura would always cheer up the spirit.
  He felt complete harmony in his life, the balance and justice of it. For the things he did wrong one day Angel would accept the punishment the very next morning. Life taught him how to behave right and fair.
  God watched him and would send messages in his dreams to put Angel back on a correct way. Consciousness never slept asking Angel for excuses,  listening to them and of course never believing.
  Not everybody could admit such a fair way of life, especially Angel's neighbor Diamand. He was always watching him in order to detect mistakes in his behaviour. He saw Angel's wings, he knew the kid was under God, but refused to accept it. Diamand blamed him in such an opened style of life. The real slave of God should be shy and silent.
  The life had an awful attraction full of disgust and mud from all over the world for Diamand. Nothing would cheer him up, nothing could bring him back to joyful way of seeing, especially when he saw Angel. Something would wake in him up declaring for a judgement from the skies.
  Diamand prayed to God every morning and every night. At those moments he looked like an innocent child, so his mother was admired and merry that she had raised such a religious and humble boy. Parents never see the actual soul of their children, even though they are able to feel their mood or condition on some higher level of sense. How shallow we see.

  Angel wrote a song. It was delightful and divine. Nobody could help his angel voice. Every night at 6 o'clock Angel went to the main street of his town and introduced his creation. Crowd was listening his accapello, smiling and applauding. At the point he was singing Angel's wings were trembling behind him forming a saint atmosphere on the whole street. Angel was on the top of the world when he saw the full of bliss eyes around him.
  Day by day he started noticing that people were getting tired of him and his song. There was all his soul in it, but the whole performance was missing something. There were the Angel, his blessed voice. People were still smiling, but the excitement and pleasure disappeared from their faces.
  Angel saw and felt the failure of it. He cried every night. Angel had been asking God what was inexact with it, why couldn't he make people pleased as he used to, but there was no answer. He kept singing every night, people kept coming. With every evening he performed the light of their eyes was becoming dull and graceless. It broke his heart, soul and wings.
  He was asking God again and again, but didn't gain any key. Angel soaked bitterly night by night. His song was sent from the Heaven to be sung cordially as he did. If God could just give him a hint, but silence was what he heard that night again.

  Diamand hadn't slept all night. His neighborhood was full of tears and broken hopes. He could feel them all over the trees in his garden. The souls were yelling and crawling on the walls of his house. So naughty creatures.
  He looked at the moon. It was full and all red. Even the skies around it was coloured in blood orange.
  Diamand fell on his knees to pray in order to let all those souls be free and solaced. Instead to get out they started sliding through the windows inside malignantly what had scared him and made him hide in the corner of his room.
  'Are you drooling with me?' - he cried looking and raising his hands up. 'I would never defy any of your admonitions, you know, but I haven't seen any! I would accept anything - wrath and bless! Tell me what I have to do!' The tears came up on his eyes. He slowly hid in his corner holding himself with his arms.
  'Don't hover over me, muddy creatures...'
  The dark souls came inside the house and reached him. At the point they touched his body Diamand rose up and fell on the floor. The ghosts meekly bended and went away without a sound.

  Angel woke up and felt the dry tears on his face again. He saw the word 'DESIST' flying in front of him. Diamand saw the same. He looked through his black window on the neighborhood house white as snow. It never seemed queer to him and did not then. He didn't feel any awe after last night, just a shame that he could be so easily frightened and become useless. He didn't get the reason of those souls coming. Diamand prayed. 'Desist'. He opened his eyes cause of the bright light reaching his black window. It was a glowing from the Angel's wings.
  'Oh, God, why are you doing this to me?' - he breathed.
  Something was different in the light that morning. Diamand put his glasses on to examine it. Angel's skin became red, his hair - white as the old man's, his feet didn't touch the ground. The only two things full of energy and life were the wings, which were carrying him. Diamand's graft look didn't help him.

  Full of anguish Angel was heading to the main street. The walkers by could read the weakness and diminution in him. Nobody attempted to help him, so invincible his wings looked. 'Desist' was written on his forehead. Astonishment and panic was set all over the city. Diamand heard about it from his mum.
  'This young chap is inevitably in danger! He is certainly dying!'
  Every kid and even a dog in the city could feel the cold and ruination of that day. Diamand did as well. He prayed again, nothing but 'desist' was heard.
  Why God did not want to tell him exact thing which he supposed to do! Full of viciousness Diamand burst into tears.
  'Why do you do it? This kid is the brightest thing in the city, country, the whole world! Why!'
  He cried so loud sitting on the floor in a prayer with his eyes closed and suddenly got mad. His voice was becoming louder and louder. Screaming he ruined everything around him, hit the walls, took the chair and sent it into the window, crushing all his book-shelves and a table, a lamp...
  'Why do you give him a power of a fly and don't let him fly! Why do you give him a song and don't let him satisfy poor generation of people! You give him an angel voice and nobody wants to hear it anymore! Why do you make the boy struggle! He does it all in your name, in your honor! In honor of God!..'

  Angel was slowly crawling to the center of the city as a butterfly and suddenly stopped. He heard an admirable trembling inside him, full of love and hope, tender and innocent as a child. His heart stopped and then started with a tremendous speed and rhythm. Angel's body indulged that sense and he turned around facing the place the sound was coming from.
  He saw Diamand with the guitar in his hands. That old guy who lived next to him and always watched him was smiling with the black holes under his eyes, playing and dancing simultaneously. Angel never felt such a great blessing in his soul before.
  Crowd was confused, looking at Angel for a second and on Diamand for another.
  Angel opened his mouth and  marvelous song flew out of it. Crowd admired and howled. The miraculous air covered all the city, every house and garden.
  They both were crying like kids. The song was over. Nobody ever create anything like that. The melody and words became the hymn of peace and love.

  'I indulged the will of God' - Diamand started. ' I used to have the same wings you have now a long time ago. I played God's melody every day on this guitar in front of all this people. I saw them got tired, I saw the black holes in their souls. I prayed to Him every second I could. There was silence. I got to know that there was a child born in the house next to mine. I saw that kid full of angel energy and dispute. People forgot me. I regret but kept praying.
  People ruined you. They almost transformed you into me, old and lonely, dark and mad inside, a priest.'
  This morning He answered me after 16 years of silence. One word.
  I saw you, Angel, heading obstinately with the invariably wings even though everything and everybody let you down. I heard your soul yesterday, its struggle. Here time comes...'

  Angel didn't say anything. He nodded. The word disappeared from his forehead.

  Diamand prayed that evening begging forgiveness. God blessed him. Diamand was so thankful he had enough patience till that morning.

  'My son, - was the answer after 16 years, - the kid is deaf.'