Historical chronicles of the Illuminati
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Sigismund Chelina Bluttered through a dark forest in the company of an Indian, who was looking for a supreme vacant. At the same time, with another part of his mind, he was well aware of what was happening around him, in the Cathedral of San Franchico di Paola. It was Sunday morning Easter.
In the early awakening for the sake of the mass, there is a trick, always said Uncle Pietro. It consists in the subsequent immersion in deep meditation, the total devastation of the mind, thanks to which the sacrament of the sacrament can gently envelop you. But, of course, not to the extent that people from the neighboring bench can suddenly hear your snoring.
In this state of deep passivity, Sigismund watched how the priest was preparing for the sacrament, and at the same time listened to the Indian"s story about Vakan (whatever it may be), trying not to fall his head forward, because this would expose his nap . He almost missed the attention of four strangers in black, approaching the bench.
- This is my body, - the priest in Latin solemnly sang.
Latin is similar to Italian, as they say, and yet it is not Italian, even if it was once Latin. Somewhere in the past, maybe six or seven hundred years ago, the Neapolitans spoke something between Latin and Italian, a kind of intermediate language
In the early awakening for the sake of the mass, there is a trick, always said Uncle Pietro. It consists in the subsequent immersion in deep meditation, the total devastation of the mind, thanks to which the sacrament of the sacrament can gently envelop you. But, of course, not to the extent that people from the neighboring bench can suddenly hear your snoring.
In this state of deep passivity, Sigismund watched how the priest was preparing for the sacrament, and at the same time listened to the Indian"s story about Vakan (whatever it may be), trying not to fall his head forward, because this would expose his nap . He almost missed the attention of four strangers in black, approaching the bench.
- This is my body, - the priest in Latin solemnly sang.
Latin is similar to Italian, as they say, and yet it is not Italian, even if it was once Latin. Somewhere in the past, maybe six or seven hundred years ago, the Neapolitans spoke something between Latin and Italian, a kind of intermediate language
Author:
Author:Wilson Robert Anton
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Politics & Social Science
- Category:Psychology
- Category:Reference books
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-519-66870-5
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