girl stalker 23

The mason was dragging a cart full of stones up the mountain, but he couldn’t hold it, the cart rushed down the mountain, and the stones scattered. One stone rolled for a very long time, and then fell at the feet of the one who was mourning, and later rejoiced: “He has risen! And now everything will be fine!” It was on him, on this stone, that her tears fell! And it was this stone that was thrown aside when the Good News came that He had risen! And he, this stone, remained lying in a pile of others similar to himself; only one thing distinguished it from other stones - there were tears of the Virgin Mary on it. No one suspected his existence, but he was there. The tears of the one whose name is repeated for centuries left their indelible mark on him. Then a lot happened on earth: rivers overflowed their banks, seas dried up, continents changed, the earth either went under water or rose to the surface, but he, the stone, did not go away. Floods, storms, rains, snows - nothing could wash away the precious tears from the stone! Only once did he fall into a rock crusher, but when the end was near and he thought: “That’s it!” The stone crusher broke down.
And finally he found his place! The kind woman did not kick it away, but bent down and picked up the stone, wiped it with a white towel, and carefully, like a jewel, lowered it into an oak barrel. The cabbage and other pickles that the woman made in this barrel soon became famous throughout the region. People came from all over the area to buy what the good woman was preparing. The news even spread that the food of a kind woman adds years to people's lives. Yes, what can I say, even the Emperor sent servants to buy food from the woman. And then troubled times came, the witch hunt began. The woman’s beautiful house, her lilac garden, became a tasty morsel that attracted one of the inquisitors. Moreover, as rumor had it, the woman accumulated considerable wealth by supplying her preparations to the imperial court. This cup has not passed over the poor woman. A good woman has ascended to the fire! And what about the Emperor!? What about the Emperor, sometimes emperors prefer to remain silent, because it is dangerous to argue with the Inquisition. The good woman was burned, the house was looted, the lilac garden withered away, and the barrel in which the stone lay eventually dried out. The stone fell into the ground. It still lies there. The stone no longer traveled around the world. Stones have no soul, but they do have memory. The stone remembered the kindness of that woman, and decided to stay near the place where the woman once lived forever. The kind woman's lilac garden eventually came to life. Centuries followed centuries, but where there was a stone, a house was always built and lilacs bloomed in the spring.