«Son?» Father Alexey furrowed his brow and fiddled with the Gospel.
«Yes, thank God, I didn’t take at least that sin upon my soul! After all, we never got married. My groom got scared, exchanged me for the daughter of a rich and influential official. And my son outwardly is a copy of his father, and I named him Alexey as well.»
«How old is the boy?»
«Seventeen.»
«Did you tell him about his father?»
«No, Father. My son sings in a church choir, he is going to the Seminary. I didn’t want him to change his attitude towards God because of such a father. All he knows is that they are too similar in appearance.»
Father Alexey shook his head and touched Pelageya’s hand. He was silent for a while, but then, sharply withdrawing his hand, said menacingly,
«So, my dear, you seduced a priest, then disobeyed him, despite the fact that a woman should always be in obedience to a man, being created out of his rib, and on the top of that you also concealed the truth from him!»
«Father, but…» Pelageya tried to object.
«Sinner! Isn’t it written in the Bible that everything I have listed is a mortal sin?!»
«I sincerely repent of all my sins and ask you to forgive me!»
«Have that man forgiven you?»
«Where can I find him now?» the unfortunate woman whispered already in tears. «Is my soul doomed to wander the world like a restless ghost?»
«My dear, the Great pre-Easter fast is going on, so you must fast! Perhaps God will forgive you, but not I.»
The dying woman wept silently.
Father Alexey was returning to the church, obviously not in a good mood, but only one thought was spinning in his head, «My God, what does time make with a female beauty!» That same evening, Father Alexey left his cassock at home and went with friends to a pub. Having drunk heavily, the next morning he skipped the mass and spent the entire Holy Week with friends, remembering the Passion of Christ without parting with the bottle.
On Easter, in order to avoid losing his job again, Father Alexey had to sober up. At the festive meal after the mass, he was informed that Pelageya had been buried on Friday. The deceased had not been served by the funeral vigil due to the lack of money from her son, who nevertheless ordered a special 40-days prayer for the dead mother. Taking church wine with him, Father Alexey went to the grave of the newly departed and bumped into a handsome young man at the cemetery gate. The priest immediately recognized his son, but the son would have never recognized his father, since he looked too bad…
June 28, 1994
3. Чаепитие
Зима… «Мороз и солнце»5…
Пётр Сергеич Мирный шёл по главной аллее своей больницы. Вчерашняя метель замела почти все дорожки, по которым обычно прогуливались «ходячие» пациенты. Снег скрипел под ногами. Всё было хорошо, но странное предчувствие чего-то нехорошего не давало ему покоя.
Внезапно кто-то догнал Петра Сергеича и хлопнул по плечу:
– С днём рождения!
Пётр Сергеич обернулся:
– А, Миша, спасибо-спасибо! Отметим в обед обязательно!
– Кого звать-то будешь?
– Да как обычно: тебя, заведующую, медсестёр, ну и из морга наших. Часов этак в…
– Придём! И с собой к «чаю» принесём что-нибудь вкусненькое!
Пётр Сергеич подошёл к двери в хирургический корпус. Дежавю промелькнуло перед глазами… По утрам он вздыхал, представляя, что открывает её в очередной день своей жизни, которая с каждым разом лишь укорачивается. В тот день открывать дверь совсем не хотелось – он стал старше на год, чёрт возьми!
Набросав краткий план и пригласив коллег зайти к нему в ординаторскую на «чаёк» в обед, Пётр Сергеич отправился на обход больных.