Leonid Andreev - Judas Iskariot III-IV (1907). The implementation of the evangelical plot in the story of Leonid Andreeva "Juda Iscariot

Leonid Andreev

Juda Israariot

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Each of his book Angel de Kuhate begins with a prologue. And it is always history - about the life of the Creator and the secret of his creation. Connected together, they open the veil, hiding the space of truth.

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Juda Israariot Leonid Andreeva is one of the greatest works of Russian and world literature. It is drawn to man. It makes you think about what true love, genuine faith and fear of death. Leonid Andreev as if he asked - was we not confused here? Is it hiding for our faith fear of death? And how much faith in our love? Think and feel.

"Juda Israariot" - one of the greatest artistic works, not many know about the great regret, not many. Why? Most likely, there are two reasons ...

First, the hero of the book is Judas Israariot. He is a traitor. He sold Jesus Christ for thirty silver. He is the worst of all the worst people who ever lived on this planet. Is it possible to treat him otherwise? It is impossible! Leonid Andreev tempts us. It is not right. And somehow even conscient reading something else ... How - Judas Israariot - good?! Rave! Rave! Can not be!

However, there is a second reason why "Judas Israariot" Leonid Andreeva is so undeserved, and maybe even intentionally forgotten by everyone. She is hidden deeper, and she is still worse ... Imagine for a second that Judas is a good person. And not even just good, and moreover, the first among the best, nearest to Christ. Think ... scary. Scary, because it's not clear who then we, if he is good?!

Yes, when such questions sound in the work, it is difficult for him to count on a place in the Krestomatia and at least a couple of hours of school program. Not necessary.

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Of course, Juda Israariot Leonid Andreeva is not theological work. By no means. His book does not have an even account of anything to be faithful, nor to the church or biblical characters as such. The author just invites us to look at the well-known story on the other hand. He makes us see a frightening abyss where we were all explained, where everything already seemed to us absolutely understandable and defined. "You were hurried," Leonid Andreev says.

It seems to us that we can always determine the motives of a person with accuracy. For example, if Judas betrays Christ - it means that we argue, he is a bad person, and he does not believe in the Messiah. It's so obvious! And the fact that the apostles give Christ the Pharisees and the Romans on the confusion, so it is because they, by contrast, believe in Jesus. It is crucified, and he will rise. And everyone will take away. It's so obvious!

But what if everything is the opposite? ... What if the apostles just struggle? Stroxy, because, in fact, they do not believe in their teacher? And what if Judas and did not think to betray Christ? But only fulfilled his request - took over the grave cross of the "traitor" to force people to wake up?

It is impossible to kill the innocent, reasoning Judas, but is Christ in something responsible? Not. And when people will understand it, they will stand on the side of good - they will protect Christ from the massacre, but in fact they will protect the kind that there is in them themselves!

For more than two thousand years, believers kiss the cross, saying: "Save and save!" It is familiar to us to think that Christ went to death to redeem our sorts. In fact, he sacrifices for us with our silent consent. Wait ... But if your favorite person decided to such an act, wouldn't you stop him? Would you allow his death? Would you not put your head on the fell?

If you had a choice - your life or life of a person's beloved, you would not think, broke up with your. If, of course, you truly love ... Does the apostles love their teacher? ... did they believe themselves when they said: "We love you, teacher!" What did they believe? ...

No, this is not theological book. She is about faith, about love, about fear.

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"Juda Israariot" Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev wrote in 1907. The writer was thirty-six years, before his death, a little more than ten remained. He has already managed to hear the flattering words of the famous Russian philosopher Vasily Rozanova: "Leonid Andreev, Toving the Pokrov fantasy with reality and showed it as it is"; losing the deceased in childbirth gently beloved to them his wife; We will be in prison for providing your apartment for a meeting of the Central Committee of the RSDLP and, without being a convinced revolutionary, to be in political emigration.

In general, the whole life of Leonid Andreev seems to be strange, ridiculous journey of contradictory facts. He graduated from legal, and became a writer. Several times she caught her life (as a result of which he acquired a chronic heart failure, from which he later died); He suffered from depression, but became famous for the fechens and impressed the "healthy, invariably merry person who could live, laughing at the adversities of being." He was chased by the Bolsheviks, but he could not tolerate Vladimir Lenin. His highly appreciated Maxim Gorky and Alexander Block, which in the Spirit did not transfer each other. The pictures of Leonid Andreeva praised Ilya Repin and Nikolai Roerich, but his art gift remained unclaimed.

Chukovsky's roots to whom the most subtle and accurate biographical notes about the creators belong Silver century, I said that Leonid Andreyev owns the "sense of world emptiness." And when you read "Juda Iskariota", you begin to understand what this "sense of world emptiness" means. Leonid Andreev makes crying. But I think that with these tears in world void a person is born ...

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Juda Israariot

I.

Jesus Christ warned many times that Judas from Cariot - a man of very bad glory and need to beware. Some of the students who were in Judea knew him well, others had a lot of heard about him from people, and there was no one who could say a good word about him. And if they cried him, saying that Judas korestolovyev, cunning, tilted to the pretense and lies, then the bad, who asked Judas, poured him with the most cruel words. "He quarrels us constantly," they said, smoothing, "he thinks his own and goes into the house quietly, like scorpion, and comes out of him with noise. And the thieves have friends, and the robbers have comrades, and the liars have wives who they say the truth, and Judas laughs above the thieves, as over honest, although himself steals skillfully, and seeing their absoluteness of all residents in Judea. No, not our, this red Judas from Cariot, "said bad, surprising these people of good, for whom there was no big difference between him and all the other vicious people of Jews.

It was later told that Yudu's wife threw her wife for a long time, and she lives unhappy and hungry, unsuccessfully trying out of those three stones, which make up the estate of Judah, squeeze their bread to feed. He himself, he himself many years staggeringly in the people and reached even one sea and to another sea, which is even further, and he lies everywhere, shines, Zorko looks out for something with his thieves eye, and suddenly leaves suddenly, leaving the troubles and Susor is curious, crazy and evil, as a single-eyed demon. He had no children, and this once again said that Judas - a bad man and does not want the God of the offspring from Judah.

None of the students noticed when this redhead and ugly Jew was first turned out to be near Christ, but he had now been relentlessly on their way, intervened in conversations, put his little services, bowed, smiling and enjoyed. And it was completely accustomed to, he became, deceiving tired eyesight, then suddenly rushed into his eyes and in the ears, irritating them, as something unprecedented-ugly, false and disgusting. Then harsh words were distilled off and on a short time He disappeared somewhere around the road, - and then again imperceptibly appeared, helpful, flattering and cunning, as a single-eyed demon. And there was no doubt for some of the disciples that in the desire to approach Jesus, some secret intention was hidden, was evil and cunning calculation. But I did not listen to their advice Jesus, their prophetic voice did not touch his hearing. With the Spirit of Light Contradiction, which is uncontrollably threw it to a rejected and unloved, he resolutely accepted the Judas and turned it on the steep elected. The disciples were worried and restrained with Roptali, and he sat quietly, face to the incoming sun, and listened thoughtfully, maybe them, and maybe something else. For ten days there was no wind, and everything remained, not moving and not changing, transparent air, attentive and sensitive. And it seemed as if he had retained in his transparent depth all that was shone and sang in these days, people, animals and birds, tears, crying and a cheerful song, prayer and curses, and from these glass, frozen votes was he such a heavy , alarming, densely saturated with invisible life. And once again came the sun. It was hard for a flaming ball. It was rolled down by the book, Ignoring the sky, and everything on Earth, which was addressed to him: the darkness of Jesus, the walls of houses and the leaves of the trees, "that distant and terribly thoughtful light reflected everything. The white wall was no longer white now, and there was no white red city on the red grief.

Jesus Christ warned many times that Judas from Cariot - a man of very bad glory and need to beware. Some of the students who were in Judea knew him well, others had a lot of heard about him from people, and there was no one who could say a good word about him. And if they cried him, saying that Judas korestolovyev, cunning, tilted to the pretense and lies, then the bad, who asked Judas, poured him with the most cruel words. "He quarrels us constantly," they said, smoothing, "he thinks his own and goes into the house quietly, like scorpion, and comes out of him with noise. And the thieves have friends, and the robbers have comrades, and the liars have wives who they say the truth, and Judas laughs above the thieves, as over honest, although himself steals skillfully, and seeing their absoluteness of all residents in Judea. No, not our, this red Judas from Cariot, "said bad, surprising these people of good, for whom there was no big difference between him and all the other vicious people of Jews.

It was later told that Yudu's wife threw her wife for a long time, and she lives unhappy and hungry, unsuccessfully trying out of those three stones, which make up the estate of Judah, squeeze their bread to feed. He himself, he himself many years staggeringly in the people and reached even one sea and to another sea, which is even further, and he lies everywhere, shines, Zorko looks out for something with his thieves eye, and suddenly leaves suddenly, leaving the troubles and Susor is curious, crazy and evil, as a single-eyed demon. He had no children, and this once again said that Judas - a bad man and does not want the God of the offspring from Judah.

None of the students noticed when this redhead and ugly Jew was first turned out to be near Christ, but he had now been relentlessly on their way, intervened in conversations, put his little services, bowed, smiling and enjoyed. And it was completely accustomed to, he became, deceiving tired eyesight, then suddenly rushed into his eyes and in the ears, irritating them, as something unprecedented-ugly, false and disgusting. Then the harsh words were distilled off, and for a short time he disappeared somewhere around the road, and then again appeared, helpful, flattering and cunning, as a one-eyed demon. And there was no doubt for some of the disciples that in the desire to approach Jesus, some secret intention was hidden, was evil and cunning calculation.

But I did not listen to their advice Jesus, their prophetic voice did not touch his hearing. With the Spirit of Light Contradiction, which is uncontrollably threw it to a rejected and unloved, he resolutely accepted Judas and included it in the terms of favorites. The disciples were worried and restrained with Roptali, and he sat quietly, face to the incoming sun, and listened thoughtfully, maybe them, and maybe something else. For ten days there was no wind, and everything remained, not moving and not changing, transparent air, attentive and sensitive. And it seemed as if he had retained in his transparent depth all that was shone and sang in these days, people, animals and birds, tears, crying and a cheerful song, prayer and curses, and from these glass, frozen votes was he such a heavy , alarming, densely saturated with invisible life. And once again came the sun. It was hard for a flaming ball. It was rolled down by the book, Ignoring the sky, and everything on Earth, which was addressed to him: the darkness of Jesus, the walls of houses and the leaves of the trees, "that distant and terribly thoughtful light reflected everything. The white wall was no longer white now, and there was no white red city on the red grief.

And now Judas came.

He came, low bowing, bending his back, cautiously and rapidly pulling his ugly buggy head - just that they represented him. He was thin, good growth, almost the same as Jesus, who was slightly narrowed from the habit of thinking when walking and it seemed to be lower, and it was sufficient enough to force it, apparently, but for some reason I was pretended to be sick and painful and my voice had Changeable: then the courageous and strong, then shouting, like the old woman scolding her husband, the annoying-liquid and unpleasant for hearing, and often the words of Judas wanted to pull out of their ears, as rotten, rough-induced. Short red hair did not hide the strange and unusual shape of his skull: exactly blurred with a bold a double blow of the sword and the newly compiled, he was clearly divided into four parts and inspired distrust, even anxiety: for such a skull there can be silence and consent, for such a skull always The noise of bloody and merciless battles is heard. The face of Judah also doubled: one side of him, with black, sharply looking out the eye, was a living, movable, who would be eagerly gathered in numerous wrinkles curves. There was no wrinkle on the other, and she was a deadly smooth, flat and frozen, and although in magnitude she was first, but seemed to be hurt from wide open blind eyes. Blesses-covered torch, not closing at night, neither during the day, he evenly met the light and darkness, but because there was a living and cunning companion next to him, did not believe in his full blindness. When Judas closed his living eyes in the fit or unrest and shook his head, this shot along with the movements of the head and silently watched. Even people, completely devoid of insights, clearly understood, looking at Cryariot that such a person could not bring goodness, and Jesus brought him closer and even next to him - next to him I planted Juda.

John, a favorite student, and everyone else, loving his teacher, were disapproved, squeezedly moved. And Judas sat down - and, moving his right right and left, a thin voice began to complain about the disease, that he hurts his chest at night, that, hears the mountains, he chips, and standing at the edge of the abyss, testing dizziness and barely holds From stupid desire to rush down. And much more revealed by him, as if not realizing that the diseases would come to a person not by chance, but would be from the inconsistency of his actions with the covenants of the eternal. Roodled the chest with a wide palm and even coughed this Judas from cariot with general silence and distilled eyes.

John, without looking at the teacher, quietly asked Peter Simonov, his friend:

- You have not bored with this lie? I can't take her longer and leave here.

Peter looked at Jesus, met his gaze and got up quickly.

- Wait! He said to a friend. Once again, I looked at Jesus, quickly, as a stone, torn away from the mountain, moved to Judas Icyariot and loudly told him with a wide and clear friend: - So you are with us, Judas.

Laskovo patted his hand on a bent back and, without looking at the teacher, but feeling his gaze, resolutely added his loud voice, who outed all sorts of objections as the water displaces the air:

"It's nothing that you have such a bad face: our networks also come across such uodins, but if you eat, they are the most delicious. And not us, the fishermen of our Lord, throw away the catch only because the fish bar and one-eyed. I once saw in the dash of the octopus caught by the local fishermen, and so frightened that I wanted to run. And they laughed at me, a fisherman from the Tiberada, and gave me to eat it, and I asked yet, because it was very tasty. Remember, teacher, I told you about it, and you also laughed. And you, Judas, look like octopus - only one half of one.

And loudly crushed, pleased with his joke. When Peter said something, his words sounded so firmly, as if he nailed them with nails. When Peter moved or did something, he produced far heard noise and caused a response from the most deaf things: the stone floor was buzzing under his legs, the doors were trembling and clapped, and the air was trembling and noisy. In the gorges of the mountains, his voice awakened an angry echo, and in the mornings on the lake, when the fish was caught, he rounded the sleepy and shiny water and forced the first timid sun rays to smile. And, probably, they loved Petra for this: all other faces were still a night shadow, and his big head, and a wide naked breast, and freely thrown hands had already burned in the glow of sunrise.

Peter's words, apparently approved by the teacher, scattered the painful state of the audience. But some, also those who had been in the sea and seen octopus, embarrassed by his monstrous image, confined to Peter so frivolously to a new student. They remembered: huge eyes, dozens of greedy tentsers, feeling calm, - and once! - hugged, poured, crushed and sucked, never blinking with huge eyes. What is it? But Jesus is silent, Jesus smiles and improving with a friendly mockery looks at Peter, who continues to talk about the octopus, - and one after another came to Judas embarrassed students, they began to talk gently, but they were quick and awkward.

And only John Zevedseev was stubbornly silent, yes Thomas, apparently, did not solve anything to say, thinking about what happened. He carefully looked at Christ and Judas sitting nearby, and this strange proximity of Divine beauty and monstrous disgrace, a man with a meek gaze and octopus with huge, immobile, dull-greedy eyes oppressed his mind as an unresolute mystery. He strained straight straight, smooth forehead, pushed her eyes, thinking that it would be better to see it, but just that Judah seemed to have eight uneatened legs. But it was incorrect. Thomas understood this and looked stubbornly again.

And Judas gradually dared: dealt with his hands bent in the elbows, weakened the muscles that kept his jaws in tension, and carefully began to put his bougal head. She used to be in sight of everyone, but Judas seemed to be deep and impenetrably hidden from the eye of some kind of invisible, but hesting and tricky pellena. And now, accurately crawling out of the pit, he felt his strange skull into the light, then he stopped - she stopped - she strongly opened his face. Nothing happened. Peter left somewhere, Jesus sat thoughtfully, leaning his head on his hand, and quietly shake the tanned nagging, the disciples talked among themselves, and only Thomas carefully and seriously considered him as a conscientious tailor, relieving the measure. Judas smiled - Thomas did not respond to a smile, but, apparently, she took her into account, like everything else, and continued to look at. But something unpleasant was disturbing the left side of the Judeine Persons, "John looks from a dark angle and beautiful eyes from a dark angle, beautiful, clean, not having a single span on the snow-white conscience. And, going, like everyone go, but feeling as if he is dragging around the ground, like a punished dog, Judas approached him and said:

- Why are you silent, John? Your words are like gold apples in transparent silver vessels, giving one of them by Judas, which is so poor.

John stared intently in fixed, wide outdoor eye And silent. And I saw Judah crawled, he knew hesitantly and disappeared in the dark depth of the open door.

Since the full moon got up, many went for a walk. Jesus also went to walk, and with a low roof, where Judah arranged his bed, he saw the left. In the lunar light, each white figure seemed to be easily and leisurely and did not go, and accurately slid ahead of his black shadow, and suddenly the man disappeared into something black, and then his voice was heard. When people again appeared under the moon, they seemed silent - like white walls, like black shadows, like all transparent milule night. Already almost all slept when Judas he heard a quiet voice of the returning Christ. And all the stood in the house and around it. The rooster was lost, offended and loud, as a day, shouted somewhere awkward donkey and reluctantly, with silence breaks. And Judas did not sleep and listened, rushing. The moon illuminated half of his face and, as in a frozen lake, reflected strangely in a huge open eye.

Suddenly he remembered something and hastily silent, rubbing his hairy hairy, healthy chest: perhaps, someone does not sleep and listening to what Judas thinks.

II.

Gradually, I was accustomed to Jude and stopped notifying his disgrace. Jesus instructed him a cash box, and together with this all economic care was formed on him: he bought the necessary food and clothes, distributed alms, and during the wanders I made a place to stop and overnight. All this he did very skillfully, so he soon earned the location of some students who saw his efforts. Lgal Judas constantly, but it was accustomed to this, because they did not see the bad actions, and the conversation of Judas and his stories she attached special interest and did life like a funny, and sometimes a terrible fairy tale.

According to Judah, Judas came out as if he knew all the people, and every person he knows, he made some kind of bad act or even a crime in his life. The good people, in his opinion, are called those who know how to hide their affairs and thoughts, but if such a person hug, to climb and ask for a good one, then it will flow out of it, like a pus from punctured wounds, every false, abomination and lies. He willingly confessed that he was sometimes lying and himself, but assured with the oath that others would lie even more, and if there is someone in the world deceived, so it is he, Juda. It happened that some people have become deceived by him and so and so well. So, a kind of keeper of the treasure of rich Velmazby confessed to him once, so for ten years he wanted to steal property entrusted to him, but can not, as the Veelmazby and his conscience is afraid. And Judas believed him - and he suddenly stole and deceived Judas. But here Judas believed him, - and he suddenly returned the stolen one and again deceived Judas again. And everyone is deceiving him, even animals: when he caresses the dog, she bites him by his fingers, and when he hits her stick - she licks his legs and looks into the eyes as daughter. He killed this dog, buried her deeply and even laid a big stone, but who knows? Maybe because he killed her, she became even more in an anima and now he does not lie in the pit, but running having fun with other dogs.

All the fun laughed at the story of Judas, and he himself was pleasantly smiling, Picky her lively and mocking eyes, and immediately, with a smile, I was aware that I was lying a little: he did not kill this dog. But he will find it certainly will surely kill, because he does not want to be deceived. And from these words, Judah laughed even more.

But sometimes in his stories, he passed the boundaries of the likely and plausible and attributed to people such an inclination, which even an animal does not have, accused of such crimes as it was not and never happens. And since he called the names of the most honorable people, then some dismantled slander, others were jokingly asked:

- Well, your father and mother, Judas, were they not good people?

Judas squinted his eyes, smiled and bred by his hands. And together with the head of the head, his frozen, widespread eyes and silently watched.

- And who was my father? Maybe the person who beat me Ryget, and maybe the devil, and a goat, and a rooster. Can Judas know everyone, with whom Did his mother divided his bed? Judah has many fathers; Who are you talking about?

But here everything was indignant, as parents were very honored, and Matthew, quite well read in Scripture, strictly spoke by Solomon:

- Who is sick of her father and his mother, that lamp will go out among deep darkness.

John Zevedheev challengedly threw:

- Well, and we? What are you talking about us, Judah from cariot?

But that with a pretended fright swell his hands, I cut off and snapped, as a beggar, in vainly facing the alms from the passerby:

- Ah, tempt the poor Judah! Laugh over Juda, fool the poor, gullible by Judas!

And while one side of his face was pierced in the judovo grimaces, the other swore seriously and strictly, and never watched the eye. Most of all and louder all laughed over jokes of Israiriot Peter Simonov. But one day it happened so that he suddenly frowned, became silent and sad and hastily dismissed Judas aside, his sleeve was shattered.

- And Jesus? What do you think about Jesus? - leaning, asked him with a loud whisper. "Just do not joke, I ask you."

Judas gladly glanced at him:

- And what do you think?

Peter frightened and happily whispered:

- I think he is the son of God Living.

- Why do you ask? What can you tell Judas, who has a goat father!

- But do you love him? You seem to love anyone, Judas.

With the same strange evil, Iskariot threw abruptly and sharply:

After this conversation, Peter's Day, two loudly called Judas with his friend the octopus, and he hardly even tried to slip away from him somewhere in a dark corner and sit sullenly, brighten his white unlucky eye.

It was quite seriously listened by Judas only Thomas: he did not understand jokes, pretending and lies, games with words and thoughts and had a thorough and positive in everything. And all the stariot stories about bad people and actions, he often interrupted short business comments:

- It must be proved. Did you hear it myself? And who else was at the same time except you? What's his name?

Judas annoyed and shoutingly shouted that he had seen himself and heard himself, but the stubborn Thomas continued to interrogate the unanswered and calmly until Judas confessed that he lied, or did not compose a new plausible lies, who he thought for a long time. And, having found a mistake, immediately came and indifferently opened a liar. In general, Judas initiated a strong curiosity in him, and it created something like friendship between them, full of screaming, laughter and curses - on the one hand, and calm, persistent questions on the other. At times, Judas felt unbearable disgust for his strange friend and, permeating him with a sharp look, said irritably, almost with Moloto:

- But what do you want? I all told you, all.

- I want you to prove how a goat can be your father? - with indifferent perseverance interrogated Thomas and waited for a response.

It happened that after one of such questions, Judas suddenly fell silent and surprised to the head to the head fell his eye: I saw a long, straight mill, gray face, direct transparent-blond eyes, two thick folds, coming from the nose and disappeared in tough, smoothly trimmed Beard, and convincingly said:

- What are you stupid, Thomas! What do you see in a dream: tree, wall, donkey?

And Thomas somehow strangely embarrassed and did not objection. And at night, when Judas already clouded his living and restless eye to sleep, he suddenly said loudly from his bed - they both slept now together on the roof:

- You are not right, Judas. I see very bad dreams. What do you think: for her dreams also should a person answer?

- Does anyone else sees the dreams, and not he himself?

Thomas sighed quietly and thought. And Judas smiled contemptuously, closed his thieves eye tightly and calmly surrendered to his rebellious dreams, monstrous dreams, insane visions, on the part we were framed by his buggy skull.

When, during Jesus's worships on Judea, the travelers approached some village, Iskariot told the badness of his inhabitants and foreshadowed trouble. But it almost always happened that the people who spoke he was bad, happily met Christ and his friends, surrounded their attention and love and became believers, and Juda's money drawer was placed so full that it was difficult to carry it. And then she laughed at his mistake, and he dug his hands and said:

- So! So! Judas thought they were bad, and they were good: and they believed quickly, and gave money. Again, it means, deceived by Judas, the poor, trusting Juda from Cariot!

But somehow, already far away from the village, who met their welcoming, Thomas and Judas were warmly argued and to solve the dispute, returned back. Only the next day they caught up with Jesus with students, and Thomas had a kind of embarrassed and sad, and Judas looked so proudly, as if he expected that now everyone would start to congratulate him and thank him. Going to the teacher, Thomas decisively stated:

- Judas Rights, Lord. It was evil and stupid people, and the seed of your words fell on the stone.

And told what happened in the village. Already after leaving him, Jesus and his students one old woman began to shout that she was stolen by a young white goat, and accused of the pains of those who had gone. At first, they argued with her, and when she stubbornly argued that there was no one to steal, like Jesus, then many were believed and even wanted to go into pursuit. And although they soon found a goat confused in the bushes, but still decided that Jesus is a cheater and maybe even a thief.

- So that's how! - cried Peter, inflating the nostrils. - Lord, you want, I will return to these fools, and ...

But I silent all the time Jesus looked at him, and Peter fell silent and disappeared from behind, behind the backs of others. And no one no longer spoke about what happened, as if nothing had happened at all and as if the Judas were not right. In vain, he shown himself from all sides, trying to make his scrubly forced, predatory, with a hooked nose face, did not look at him, and if someone looked, it was very unfriendly, even with contempt as if.

And from the same day somehow strangely changed the attitude of Jesus. And before, for some reason, it was so that Judas never spoke straight with Jesus, and he never directly turned to him, but it often looked at him in gentle eyes, smiled at some of his jokes, and if he did not see for a long time, he asked: And where is Judas? And now she looked at him, not seeing, although still, - and even stubborn than before, - looking for his eyes whenever he started talking to students or to the people, but or he sat down his back and threw his words through his head His Juda, or did the view that he does not notice him at all. And whatever he spoke, at least today is one thing, and tomorrow is completely different, at least even the thing that Judas thinks, it seemed, however, that he always speaks against Judas. And for all he was gentle and beautiful flower, fragrant Rosa Lebanon, and for Judah left only sharp spines - as if there was no heart from Judah, as if her eyes and nose had no better than everything, he understood the beauty of gentle and exacerbating petals.

III
Once, at around afternoon, Jesus and students passed through the rocky and mountain road, devoid of shadows, and since for more than five hours were on the way, he began to complain about fatigue. The disciples stopped, and Peter with each other with their John spread their own and other students on Earth, they strengthened them between two high stones, and thus did for Jesus as if the tent. And he was silent in a tent, resting from the sunny heat, they entertained him with funny speeches and jokes. But, seeing that and speeches tire him, as well as little sensitive to fatigue and heat, retired for a while and betrayed various classes. Who in the slope of the mountain between the stones was looking for edible roots and, found, brought Jesus, who climbing everything above and above, looking for thoughtfully borders of the pigeonant gave and, not found, rose to new isochchi stones. John found between the stones a beautiful, bluish lizard and in gentle palms, quietly laughing, brought it to Jesus, and Lizard looked at his convex, mysterious eyes in his eyes, and then quickly slipped the cold tauld warm hand And quickly carried away her gentle, shuddering the tail.
Peter, who did not like the quiet pleasures, and with him Philip began to tear away large stones from the mountain and allowed them down, competing in force. And, attracted by their loud laugh, we gradually gathered around them the rest and took part in the game. Straightening, they pierced the old land from the ground, which turned around, raised him high with both hands and allowed the slope. Heavy, he hit shortly and stupidly and thought for a moment, then he was hesitantly made the first jump - and with each touch to the ground, taking the speed and fortress from her, became a light, ferocious, and inspiring. No longer jumped, and he flew with crammed teeth, and the air, whistling, missed him stupid, round carcass. Here is the edge, - smooth last movement stone cooked up and calmly, in severe thoughtfulness, it flew down, at the bottom of the invisible abyss.
- Well, another one! - shouted Peter. White teeth sparkled among the black beard and mustache, powerful breasts and hands were exposed, and old angry stones, stupidly surprised by their strength, one by one submissively worn into the abyss. Even a fragile John threw small pebbles, and, smiling quietly, Jesus looked at their fun.
- What are you, Juda? Why don't you accept participation in the game, it seems so fun? - asked Thomas, finding his strange friend in immobility, behind a big gray stone.
- My chest hurts, and I was not called.
- Do you need to call? Well, so I call you, go. Look, what stones are throwing Peter.
Judas somehow looked at him somehow, and here Thomas first madly felt that Judah from Cariot was two faces. But he did not have time to understand this, as Judas told his usual tone, flattered and at the same time mocking:
"Is there anyone stronger than Peter?" When he shouts, all the donkeys in Jerusalem think that their Messiah came, and also raise a cry. Did you ever hear their cry, thomas?
And, smiling and smiling and shyly smelting the clothes of the chest, peeling with curly red hair. Judas entered the circle of playing. And since everyone was very fun, they met him with joy and loud jokes, and even John smiled condescendingly when Judas, a rharry and pretended to Owai, took up a huge stone. But now he easily raised him and threw him, and blind, his widespread eyes, swaying, staring motionlessly on Peter, and the other, crazy and cheerful, poured a quiet laugh.
- No, you still throw! Said Peter offended. And one after another they raised and threw the gigantic stones, and, wondering, looked at them. Peter threw a big stone - Judas even more. Peter, gloomy and focused, angry with a fragment of the rock, staggering, raised him and dropped down - Judas, continuing to smile, I found out an eye on a larger debris, gently drank him long fingers, I crushed it, swinging with him and, palena, sent him to the abyss. Throwing his stone, Peter leaned back and so followed his fall - Judas leaning forward, funched and stretched long shevily hand, accurately wanted to fly behind the stone. Finally, both of them, first Peter, then Judas, grabbed the old, gray stone - and could not raise him, nor the one or the other. All red, Peter resolutely approached Jesus and said loudly:
- Lord! I do not want Judas to be stronger than me. Help me raise that stone and throw.
And quietly answered him something Jesus. Peter was displeased with wide shoulders, but nothing dares to argue and returned back with the words:
- He said: And who will help Iskariot?
But he looked at Judas, who, choking and scking tightly his teeth, continued to embracing his stubborn stone, and laughed fun:
- That's so patient! See what makes our patient, poor Judah!
And Judas himself laughed, so unexpectedly condensed in his lies, and all the others laughed, "even Thomas slightly spread his straight lines with a smile, hanging gray mustache on his lips. And so, friendly dazzol and laughing, everyone moved into the path, and Peter, completely reconciled with the winner, from time to time pushed him to his fist in his side and laughed:
- That's so patient!
Everyone praised Judas, everyone admitted that he was a winner, all the friendly chatted with him, but Jesus ... But Jesus and this time did not want to praise Judas. Silently, he walked ahead, bitten by the torn blade, and little by one after another stopped laughing the students and moved to Jesus. And soon again it turned out that they were all close cumosh in front, and Judas - Judas-winner - Judas Strong - one flew from behind, swallowing dust.
So they stopped, and Jesus put his hand on the shoulder of Peter, the other hand pointing to the distance, where he had already appeared in the smiske of Jerusalem. And the wide, mighty spin Peter carefully took this thin, tanned hand.
For the night they stopped in Viph, in the house of Lazar. And when everyone gathered for a conversation, Judas thought that she would now remember his victory over Peter, and sat closer. But the disciples were silent and unusually thoughtful. A time traveled way: both the sun, and the stone, and the grass, and Christ, reclining in the tent, were quietly sailed in the head, the rootless mild thoughtfulness, giving birth to vague, but sweet dreams about some eternal movement under the sun. A tired body rested sweetly, and it all thought about something mysterious and big and big, - and no one remembered Judas.
Judas came out. Then returned. Jesus spoke, and in silence he listened to his speech students. Mustly, like the sculpture, sat at his feet of his Maria and, thumping his head, looked into his face. John, having moved close, tried to do so that his hand would touch the teacher's clothes, but did not care about him. Touch - and froze. And loudly and strongly breathed Peter, the second breathing with his speech of Jesus.
Iskariot stopped at the threshold and, contemptuously passed by the gaze of those who gathered, all the fire was concentrated on Jesus. And as I looked, it was gaslo everything around him, dressed in dirt and silence, and only light Jesus with his own hand raised. But here he as if he rose into the air, as if melted and became so, as if all he consisted of a superior fog peaked by the light of the setting moon, and his soft speech sounded somewhere far away and gently. And, peering into the heated ghost, listening to a gentle melody of distant and ghostly words, Judas took the entire soul into the iron fingers and in an immense darkness, silently, began to build something huge. Slowly, in deep darkness, he raised some hodges like the mountains, and smoothly superimposed one on the other, and again raised, and again the hollow shaft, and something grew in the darkness, the border was silent. Here, he felt his head, and in the impenetrable darkness, he continued to grow huge, and someone silently worked: he raised his huge, like the mountains, put one on another and raised again ... and gently sounded somewhere distant and ghostly words.
So he stood, sunbathing the door, huge and black, and said Jesus, and loudly eaten his words intermittent and strong breath of Peter. But suddenly Jesus Smallk - a sharp unfinished sound, and Peter, accurately awakened, enthusiastically exclaimed:
- Lord! You led the verbs of eternal life!
But Jesus was silent and stared somewhere. And when they followed his gaze, they saw the door of the petrified Judah with opened mouth and stopped eyes. And without realizing what was the matter, laughed. Matthew, read in Scripture, was touched by Juda's shoulder and told Solomon's words:
- Watching meekly - pardon will be, and walking in the gate - stance of others.
Judas shuddered and even cried slightly frightened, and everything - his eyes, hands and legs - exactly ran in different directions, like an animal that suddenly saw a person's eyes. Jesus was walking straight to Judas and the word some worn on the mouths of his own - and passed by Judas in the open and now the free door.
Already in the middle of the night, a concerned Thomas approached the lie of Judah, squatted and asked:
- Are you crying, Judas?
- Not. Get out, Thomas.
- Why do you moan and creep your teeth? Are you unhealthy?
Judas paused, and from the mouth of him, one after another, began to fall heavy words, poured by the forty and anger.
- Why doesn't he love me? Why does he like those? Are I not more beautiful, no better, not stronger than them? Didn't I save him life while those fled, bent, like a cowardly dogs?
- My poor friend, you are not quite right. You are not beautiful at all, and your language is just as unpleasant as your face. You are lying and zealously constantly, how do you want to love you Jesus?
But Judah definitely did not hear him and continued, heavily moved in the dark:
- Why is he not with Juda, and with those who do not love him? John brought him a lizard - I would bring him a poisonous snake. Peter threw stones - I would turn the mountain for him! But what is a poisonous snake? Here she is cut in her tooth, and she lies around her neck. But what is a mountain that can be laid with hands and legs to trample? I would give him Jude, bold, beautiful Judah! And now he will die, and Judas will die with him.
- You say something strange. Judas!
- Dry fig ohkamine that needs to be chopped, - because it is me, he said about me. Why is he not chop? He does not dare, Thomas. I know him: he is afraid of Judah! It hides from the bold, strong, beautiful Judah! He loves stupid, traitors, liars. Are you a liar, thomas, did you hear about it?
Thomas was very surprised and wanted to object, but thought that Judas would just scold, and just shook his head in the dark. And even stronger the Judas, he moaned, crossed his teeth, and he could hear how he was restlessly moving under the cover all his big body.
- What hurts Judah so? Who attached fire to his body? He gives his son to dogs! He gives his daughter to robbers to the crop, his bride - to the inability. But isn't the gentle heart from Judah? Get out, Thomas, go, stupid. Let one remain strong, brave, beautiful Judas!

IV
Judas walked a few dinaris, and this was revealed thanks to the Fome, who saw by chance how much money was given. It was possible to assume that this is not the first time Judas makes theft, and everyone came into indignation. The angry Peter grabbed Judas behind the gate of his dress and pulled almost the wolf to Jesus, and the scared, pale Judas did not resist.
- Teacher, look! Here he is a joker! Here he is a thief! You believed him, and he steals our money. Thief! Round! If you allow, I myself ...
But Jesus was silent. And, carefully looking at him, Peter quickly blushed and opened his hand holding the gate. Judas fell asleepfully recovered, Irsk looked at Peter and accepted the submissive-oppressed view of a repentant criminal.
- So that's how! - Ardito said Peter and thunder koking the door, leaving. And everyone was unhappy and said that they would never be left with Juda, "but John quickly realized something and slipped at the door, for whom quiet and as if even a tender voice of Jesus. And when after time, he left there, he was pale, and his eyes were blossomed as if from recent tears.
- Teacher said ... The teacher said that Judas could take money as he wants.
Peter's angry laughed. Quickly, the John looked at him with the reproach and, suddenly calmed down all, mixing tears with anger, delighted with tears, exclaimed calling:
"And no one should consider how much money I received Judas." He is our brother, and all of his money, like ours, and if he needs a lot, let him take a lot, not to speak anyone and without anyone. Judas Our brother, and you are hard offended by him - said the teacher ... I am ashamed of us, brothers!
In the doorway stood pale, smiling Judas crookedly, and Iohn's mild movement approached and kissed him three times. Behind him, looking at each other, Jacob, Filipp and others were embarrassed, - after each kiss, Judas wiped her mouth, but smack loudly, as if this sound had given him pleasure. Peter came the latter.
"We are all stupid, all blind, Judas." One he sees one is smart. Can I kiss you?
- From what? Kiss! - I agreed Judas.
Peter firmly kissed him firmly and said loudly on his ear:
- And I almost suffocated you! They are at least so, and I'm right for the throat! It was not hurt?
- Little.
- I'll go to him and tell everything. After all, I am angry with him, "Peter said gloomily, trying quietly, without noise, turn around the door.
- And what are you, Thomas? - John asked strictly, who watched the actions and words of students.
- I do not know yet. I need to think.
And long thought Thomas, almost all day. Divided into the affairs of their students, and somewhere behind the stalk loudly and merrily shouted Peter, and he all consumed. He would make it faster, but he interfered with Judas somewhat relentlessly followed him a mock and occasionally seriously asked:
- Well, Thomas? How is the case?
Then Judas dragged his money drawer and loudly, ringing coins and pretended without looking at the foma, began to count money.
- Twenty-one, twenty two, twenty three ... Look, Thomas, again fake coin. Oh, what are all people fraudsters, they even sacrifice fake money ... twenty-four ... And then again they say that Judas stole ... twenty five, twenty six ...
Thomas strongly approached him - in the evening it was - and said:
- He is right, Judas. Let me kiss you.
- That's how? Twenty nine, thirty. In vain. I will again steal. Thirty-one…
- How can you steal when there is no one or someone else's. You will just take how much you need, brother.
- And so much time you needed to repeat only his words? You do not value the same time, smart thomas.
- You seem to be laughing at me, brother?
- And think, are you doing good, virtuous Thomas, repeating the words of it? After all, he said, "His", - and not you. He kissed me - you just desecrated my mouth. I still feel how your wet lips crawl through me. It is so disgusting good from. Thirty-eight, thirty nine, forty. Forty Dinariev, Thomas, do you want to check?
- After all, he is our teacher. How do we not repeat the words of the teacher?
- Did the gate fell off from Judah? Is he now naked and not for having grab? Here will leave the teacher from the house, and again there is an intensely Judas three dinaria, and isn't it for the same gate you grab it?
- We now know, Judas. We understood.
- Isn't all the disciples for all students? And didn't all teachers deceive their disciples? Here I raised the teacher Ruga - the disciples shout: we know the teacher! And the teacher went to sleep, and the disciples say: didn't the teacher taught us? And here. This morning you called me: Thief. Tonight you call me: Brother. And how do you call me tomorrow?
Judas laughed and, easily raising a heavy hand, ringing box, continued:
- When a strong wind blows, he raises litter. And stupid people look at Sorrow and say: here is the wind! And this is only litter, my good foma, donkey litter, trampled by my feet. So he met the wall and quietly lay down at the foot of her, and the wind flies further, the wind flies on, my good thomas!
Judas showed his hand over the wall and laughed again.
"I'm glad you're fun," said Thomas. - But it is a pity that there is so much evil in your cheerfulness.
- How not to be a fun man whom is so kissed and which is so useful? If I did not stole three dinaris, would you know John, what is delight? And isn't it pleased to be a hook, which is hanging for drying: John - his dying virtue, Thomas - his mind, sent by mol.
- It seems to me that it is better for me to leave.
- But I'm kidding. I'm kidding, my good foma, - I just wanted to know if you really wish to kiss the old, nasty Judas, the thief, who stole three Dinaria and gave them to Bludnice.
- Bludnice? - Surprised Thomas. - Did you tell the teacher about this?
- Here you again doubt, Thomas. Yes, Bludnice. But if you knew, Thomas, that it was for an unfortunate woman. For two days she did not eat anything ...
- Do you probably know that? - embarrassed Thomas.
- Yes of course. After all, I myself was with her and saw that she eats nothing and drinks only red wine. She walked from exhaustion, and I fell along with her ...
Thomas quickly stood up and, by going out a few steps, threw a Judea:
- Apparently, Satan, Judas installed in you.
And, leaving, heard in the coming twilight, as an inconsultedly called a heavy cash box in the hands of Judas. And as if Judas laughed.
But on the other day, Fome had to confess that he was mistaken in Judas - so simple, soft and at the same time serious was serious. He was not crying, did not joke eloquently, did not bow and did not insult, but quietly and quietly did his economic case. He was agile, as before, - definitely not two legs, like all people, and a whole dozen had them, but ran silently, without a squeak, screams and laughter, like a laughter of Hyien, as he had accompanied all his actions. And when Jesus began to say, he sank softly in the corner, folded his hands and his feet and looked so well with his big eyesthat many paid attention to it. And he stopped talking about people, and was silent more, so the strict Matthew himself considered it possible to praise him, saying with the words of Solomon:
- Scordly express contempt for his neighbor, but a reasonable man is silent.
And raised his finger, hinting at the former coast of Judah. In a short time, and everyone noticed this change in Judas and pleased her, and only Jesus looked at him as much as alienly, although he did not express his outlines directly. And John himself, to whom Judas rendered deep respect, as a favorite disciple of Jesus and his intercession in the case of three dinarities, began to treat him somewhat softer and even sometimes took a conversation.
- What do you think, Judas, - he said once condescendingly, - which of us, Peter or I, will be the first next to Christ in his heavenly kingdom?
Judas thought and answered:
- I suppose you.
"And Peter thinks he," John grinned.
- Not. Peter all the angels will turn away with her cry, - Do you hear how he shouts? Of course, he will argue with you and will try to take a place, as it assures that he also loves Jesus, "but he is already old, and you are young, he is hard to foot, and you run quickly, and you first enter there with Christ. Is not it?
"Yes, I will not leave Jesus," John agreed.
And on the same day and with the same question addressed Jude Peter Simonov. But, afraid that his loud voice is heard by others, took Juda to the farthest corner, for the house.
- That how do you think? - he asked anxiously. "You're smart, the teacher praises you for the mind, and you will tell the truth."
- Of course you, - Cryariot answered without hesitation, and Peter exclaimed Peter:
- I told him!
"But, of course, and there he will try to take away your first place."
- Sure!
"But what can he do when the place will be busy to you?" After all, you first go there with Jesus? You will not leave him one? Didn't you call you a stone?
Peter put her hand on the shoulder Judah and said hotly:
- I tell you, Judas, you are the smartest of us. Why are you only so mocking and evil? The teacher does not like it. And then you could become a favorite student, not worse than John. But only to you, - Peter threatenly raised his hand, "I will not give my place near Jesus, nor on earth, nor there! Hear!
That, I tried Judas to deliver everything pleasant, but also something was thinking about it. And, remaining all the same modest, restrained and inconspicuous, everyone knew how to say what he especially likes. So, he said Frie:
- Stupid believes every word, prudently attentive to their ways.
Matthew, who suffered from some excesses in food and drink and was ashamed of this, led the words of the wise and revered by Solomon:
- The righteous eats to the satiety, and the wonderfully impose deprivation.
But the pleasant said rarely, thereby giving him a special value, and was silent more, carefully listened to everything, which is said, and thought about something. The thinking Judas had, however, the kind of unpleasant, funny and at the same time suggesting fear. While his lively and cunning eyes moved, Judas seemed simple and kind, but when both eyes stopped motionless and in strange bugs and folds gathered her skin on his convex forehead, . Along with others, quite special, not at all having a language, they are a deaf silence of mystery surrounded his ponderous Iskariot, and I wanted it to begin to speak, even lie. For the lies herself says to the human language seemed to be true and light in front of this hopelessly deaf and unusual silence.
- Again thinking, Judas? - Peter shouted, his clear voice and face suddenly tearing the deaf silence of the Judene Dumus, who distinguishes them somewhere in a dark corner. - What are you thinking about?
"Much," Cryariot was answered with a deceased smile. And, noticing, probably, how badly acts on his other silence, it became more likely to be removed from the disciples and spent a lot of time in secluded walks or climbed onto a flat roof and sit quietly. And already several times the thomas scared slightly, stumbled upon unexpectedly in the dark on some gray pile, from which the hands and feet of Judah suddenly turned out and his humorous voice was heard.
Only once, Judas somehow specially sharply and strangely reminded the former Judah, and it happened just during the dispute about the championship in the kingdom of heaven. In the presence of Peter and John's teacher, Peter and John beat each other, hotly challenging their place near Jesus: they listed their merits, Merili degree of her love for Jesus, hot, shouting, even scribed unrestrained, Peter - all red from anger, Rocking, John - pale and Quiet, with trembling hands and biting speech. Their dispute was already delivered and the teacher began to frown, when Peter looked by chance on Judas and smuggled, looked at John John and also smiled, - each of them remembered that he spoke to him clever Isariot. And, already anticipating the joy of a close celebration, they silently and according to Judas in the judge, and Peter shouted:
- Well, smart Judah! Tell me, who will be the first near Jesus - he or me?
But Judah was silent, breathing heavily and eyes greedily asked about something calm-deep eyes of Jesus.
"Yes," John confirmed condescendingly, "tell him who will be the first near Jesus."
Do not take off the eye from Christ, Judas slowly rose and answered quietly and important:
- I!
Jesus slowly lowered the eyes. And, quietly having a bony finger in his chest, Iskariot repeated solemnly and strictly:
- I! I will be near Jesus!
And came out. The students struck by the bold leakage, the disciples were silent, and only Peter, suddenly remembering something, whispered by the fome unexpectedly a quiet voice:
- So what he thinks about! .. Did you hear?

Leonid Andreev (1871-1919) is one of the greatest Russian writers of the silver century, which created a number of equally significant works in both realistic and symbolic prose.

This collection includes stories created in different periods and written in different stylistic and genre manner.

Leonid Andreev
Juda Israariot (Collection)

Juda Israariot

I.

Jesus Christ warned many times that Judas from Cariot - a man of very bad glory and need to beware. Some of the students who were in Judea knew him well, others had a lot of heard about him from people, and there was no one who could say a good word about him. And if they cried him, saying that Judas korestolovyev, cunning, tilted to the pretense and lies, then the bad, who asked Judas, poured him with the most cruel words. "He quarrels us constantly," they spoke, smoothing, "he thinks his own and in the house closes quietly, like scorpion, and comes out of him with noise. And there are friends from the thieves, and the robberies have comrades and liars. There are wives who they say the truth, and Judas laughs above the thieves, as over honest, although himself steals skillfully, and the kind of their absolutely of all the inhabitants in Judea. No, not our, this red Judah from Cariot, "said bad, Surprising these people of good, for which there was no big difference between him and all the other vicious people of Jews.

It was later told that Yudu's wife threw her wife for a long time, and she lives unhappy and hungry, unsuccessfully trying out of those three stones, which make up the estate of Judah, squeeze their bread to feed. He himself, for many years, walks meaninglessly in the people and reached even one sea and to another sea, which is even further; And everywhere he lies, shrieking, Zorko looks out for something with his thieves eye; And suddenly it leaves suddenly, leaving the troubles and quarrel - curious, crazy and evil, as one-eyed demon. He had no children, and this once again said that Judas - a bad man and does not want the God of the offspring from Judah.

None of the disciples noticed when this redhead and ugly Jews turned out to be for the first time; But for a long time he was relentlessly on their way, intervened in conversations, put the little services, bowed, smiled and joined. And it was completely accustomed to, he became, deceiving tired eyesight, then suddenly rushed into his eyes and in the ears, irritating them, as something unprecedented-ugly, false and disgusting. Then the harsh words were distilled off, and for a short time he disappeared somewhere around the road, and then again appeared, helpful, flattering and cunning, as a one-eyed demon. And there was no doubt for some of the disciples that in the desire to approach Jesus, some secret intention was hidden, was evil and cunning calculation.

But I did not listen to their advice Jesus; Their prophetic voice did not touch his hearing. With the Spirit of Light Contradiction, which is uncontrollably threw it to a rejected and unloved, he resolutely accepted Judas and included it in the terms of favorites. The disciples were worried and restrained with Roptali, and he sat quietly, face to the incoming sun, and listened thoughtfully, maybe them, and maybe something else. For ten days there was no wind, and everything remained, not moving and not changing, transparent air, attentive and sensitive. And it seemed as if he had retained in his transparent depth all that was shone and sang in these days by people, animals and birds, tears, crying and a cheerful song, prayer and curses; And from these glass, frozen votes was he such a heavy, anxious, densely saturated with invisible life. And once again came the sun. Heavily flaming ball rolled it down the book, Ignoring the sky; And all on Earth, which was addressed to him: the dark face of Jesus, the walls of houses and the leaves of the trees, "that distant and terribly thoughtful light reflected everything. The white wall was no longer white now, and there was no white red city on the red grief.

And now Judas came.

He came, low bowing, bending his back, cautiously and rapidly pulling his ugly buggy head - just that they represented him. He was thin, good growth, almost the same as Jesus, who slightly stuck from the habit of thinking when walking and seemed lower; And it was sufficient enough power, it was apparently, but for some reason I was pretended by silent and painful and my voice had changed: then the courageous and strong, then shrieking, like an old woman, scolding her husband, annoyless and unpleasant for hearing; And often the words of Judah wanted to pull out of his ears, like rotten, rough-indoor. Short red hair did not hide the strange and unusual shape of his skull: exactly blurred with a bold a double blow of the sword and the newly compiled, he was clearly divided into four parts and inspired distrust, even anxiety: for such a skull there can be silence and consent, for such a skull always The noise of bloody and merciless battles is heard. The face of Judah was also doubled: one side of him, with black, sharply looking out the eye, was alive, mobile, who would be eagerly accompanied into numerous wrinkle curves. There was no wrinkle on the other, and she was a deadly smooth, flat and frozen; And although in magnitude it was first, but it seemed hurt from wide open blind eyes. Blesses-covered torch, not closed at night, in the afternoon, he evenly met the light and darkness; But because there was a living and cunning companion next to him, I could not believe in his full blindness. When Judas closed his living eyes in the fit or unrest and shook his head, this shot along with the movements of the head and silently watched. Even people, completely devoid of insights, clearly understood, looking at Cryariot that such a person could not bring goodness, and Jesus brought him closer and even next to him - next to him I planted Juda.

John, a favorite student, and everyone else, loving his teacher, were disapproved, squeezedly moved. And Judas sat down - and, moving his right right and left, a thin voice began to complain about the disease, that he hurts his chest at night, that, hears the mountains, he chips, and standing at the edge of the abyss, testing dizziness and barely holds From stupid desire to rush down. And much more revealed by him, as if not realizing that the diseases would come to a person not by chance, but would be from the inconsistency of his actions with the covenants of the eternal. Roodled the chest with a wide palm and even coughed this Judas from cariot with general silence and distilled eyes.

John, without looking at the teacher, quietly asked Peter Simonov, his friend:

- You have not bored with this lie? I can't take her longer and leave here.

Peter looked at Jesus, met his gaze and got up quickly.

- Wait! He said to a friend.

Once again, I looked at Jesus, quickly, like a stone, torn away from the mountain, moved to Judas Icyariot and loudly told him with a wide and clear friend:

- So you are with us, Judas.

Laskovo patted his hand on a bent back and, without looking at the teacher, but feeling his gaze, resolutely added his loud voice, who outed all sorts of objections as the water displaces the air:

"It's nothing that you have such a bad face: our networks also come across such uodins, but if you eat, they are the most delicious. And not us, the fishermen of our Lord, throw away the catch only because the fish bar and one-eyed. I once saw in the dash of the octopus caught by the local fishermen, and so frightened that I wanted to run. And they laughed at me, a fisherman from the Tiberada, and gave me to eat it, and I asked yet, because it was very tasty. Remember, teacher, I told you about it, and you also laughed. And you, Judas, look like octopus - only one half of one.

And loudly crushed, pleased with his joke. When Peter said something, his words sounded so firmly, as if he nailed them with nails. When Peter moved or did something, he produced far heard noise and caused a response from the most deaf things: the stone floor was buzzing under his legs, the doors were trembling and clapped, and the air was trembling and noisy. In the gorges of the mountains, his voice awakened an angry echo, and in the mornings on the lake, when the fish was caught, he rounded the sleepy and shiny water and forced the first timid sun rays to smile. And, probably, they loved Petra for this: all other faces were still a night shadow, and his big head, and a wide naked breast, and freely thrown hands had already burned in the glow of sunrise.

Jesus Christ warned many times that Judas from Cariot - a man of very bad glory and need to beware. Some of the students who were in Judea knew him well, others had a lot of heard about him from people, and there was no one who could say a good word about him. And if they cried him, saying that Judas korestolovyev, cunning, tilted to the pretense and lies, then the bad, who asked Judas, poured him with the most cruel words.

"He quarrels us constantly," they said, smoothing, "he thinks his own and goes into the house quietly, like scorpion, and comes out of him with noise. And the thieves have friends, and the robbers have comrades, and the liars have wives who they say the truth, and Judas laughs above the thieves, as over honest, although himself steals skillfully, and seeing their absoluteness of all residents in Judea. No, not our, this red Judas from Cariot, "said bad, surprising these people of good, for whom there was no big difference between him and all the other vicious people of Jews.

It was later told that Yudu's wife threw her wife for a long time, and she lives unhappy and hungry, unsuccessfully trying out of those three stones, which make up the estate of Judah, squeeze their bread to feed. He himself, he himself many years staggeringly in the people and reached even one sea and to another sea, which is even further, and he lies everywhere, shines, Zorko looks out for something with his thieves eye, and suddenly leaves suddenly, leaving the troubles and Susor is curious, crazy and evil, as a single-eyed demon. He had no children, and this once again said that Judas - a bad man and does not want the God of the offspring from Judah.

None of the students noticed when this redhead and ugly Jew was first turned out to be near Christ, but he had now been relentlessly on their way, intervened in conversations, put his little services, bowed, smiling and enjoyed. And it was completely accustomed to, he became, deceiving tired eyesight, then suddenly rushed into his eyes and in the ears, irritating them, as something unprecedented-ugly, false and disgusting. Then the harsh words were distilled off, and for a short time he disappeared somewhere around the road, and then again appeared, helpful, flattering and cunning, as a one-eyed demon. And there was no doubt for some of the disciples that in the desire to approach Jesus, some secret intention was hidden, was evil and cunning calculation.

But I did not listen to their advice Jesus, their prophetic voice did not touch his hearing. With the Spirit of Light Contradiction, which is uncontrollably threw it to a rejected and unloved, he resolutely accepted Judas and included it in the terms of favorites. The disciples were worried and restrained with Roptali, and he sat quietly, face to the incoming sun, and listened thoughtfully, maybe them, and maybe something else. For ten days there was no wind, and everything remained, not moving and not changing, transparent air, attentive and sensitive.

And it seemed as if he had retained in his transparent depth all that was shone and sang in these days, animals and birds, - tears, crying and a fun song. Prayer and curses, and from these glass, frozen votes he was so heavy, anxious, densely saturated with invisible life. And once again came the sun. It was hard for a flaming ball. It was rolled down by the book, Ignoring the sky, and everything on Earth, which was addressed to him: the darkness of Jesus, the walls of houses and the leaves of the trees, "that distant and terribly thoughtful light reflected everything. The white wall was no longer white now, and there was no white red city on the red grief.

And now Judas came.

He came, low bowing, bending his back, cautiously and rapidly pulling his ugly buggy head - just that they represented him. He was thin, good growth, almost the same as Jesus, who was slightly narrowed from the habit of thinking when walking and it seemed to be lower, and it was sufficient enough to force it, apparently, but for some reason I was pretended to be sick and painful and my voice had Changeable: then the courageous and strong, then shouting, like the old woman scolding her husband, the annoying-liquid and unpleasant for hearing, and often the words of Judas wanted to pull out of their ears, as rotten, rough-induced.

Short red hair did not hide the strange and unusual shape of his skull: exactly blurred with a bold a double blow of the sword and the newly compiled, he was clearly divided into four parts and inspired distrust, even anxiety: for such a skull there can be silence and consent, for such a skull always The noise of bloody and merciless battles is heard. The face of Judah also doubled: one side of him, with black, sharply looking out the eye, was a living, movable, who would be eagerly gathered in numerous wrinkles curves.

There was no wrinkle on the other, and she was a deadly smooth, flat and frozen, and although in magnitude she was first, but seemed to be hurt from wide open blind eyes. Blesses-covered torch, not closing at night, neither during the day, he evenly met the light and darkness, but because there was a living and cunning companion next to him, did not believe in his full blindness. When Judas closed his living eyes in the fit or unrest and shook his head, this shot along with the movements of the head and silently watched. Even people, completely devoid of insights, clearly understood, looking at Cryariot that such a person could not bring goodness, and Jesus brought him closer and even next to him - next to him I planted Juda.

John, a favorite student, and everyone else, loving his teacher, were disapproved, squeezedly moved. And Judas sat down - and, moving his right right and left, a thin voice began to complain about the disease, that he hurts his chest at night, that, hears the mountains, he chips, and standing at the edge of the abyss, testing dizziness and barely holds From stupid desire to rush down. And much more revealed by him, as if not realizing that the diseases would come to a person not by chance, but would be from the inconsistency of his actions with the covenants of the eternal. Roodled the chest with a wide palm and even coughed this Judas from cariot with general silence and distilled eyes.

John, without looking at the teacher, quietly asked Peter Simonov, his friend:

- You have not bored with this lie? I can't take her longer and leave here.

Peter looked at Jesus, met his gaze and got up quickly.

- Wait! He said to a friend. Once again, I looked at Jesus, quickly, like a stone, torn away from the mountain, moved to Judas Icyariot and loudly told him with a wide and clear friend:

- So you are with us, Judas.

Laskovo patted his hand on a bent back and, without looking at the teacher, but feeling his gaze, resolutely added his loud voice, who outed all sorts of objections as the water displaces the air:

"It's nothing that you have such a bad face: our networks also come across such uodins, but if you eat, they are the most delicious. And not us, the fishermen of our Lord, throw away the catch only because the fish bar and one-eyed. I once saw in the dash of the octopus caught by the local fishermen, and so frightened that I wanted to run. And they laughed at me, a fisherman from the Tiberada, and gave me to eat it, and I asked yet, because it was very tasty. Remember, teacher, I told you about it, and you also laughed. And you. Judas, looks like octopus - only one half of half.

And loudly crushed, pleased with his joke. When Peter said something, his words sounded so firmly, as if he nailed them with nails. When Peter moved or did something, he produced far heard noise and caused a response from the most deaf things: the stone floor was buzzing under his legs, the doors were trembling and clapped, and the air was trembling and noisy. In the gorges of the mountains, his voice awakened an angry echo, and in the mornings on the lake, when the fish was caught, he rounded the sleepy and shiny water and forced the first timid sun rays to smile. And, probably, they loved Petra for this: all other faces were still a night shadow, and his big head, and a wide naked breast, and freely thrown hands had already burned in the glow of sunrise.

Peter's words, apparently approved by the teacher, scattered the painful state of the audience. But some, also those who had been in the sea and seen octopus, embarrassed by his monstrous image, confined to Peter so frivolously to a new student. They remembered: huge eyes, dozens of greedy tentsers, feeling calm, - and once! - hugged, poured, crushed and sucked, never blinking with huge eyes. What is it? But Jesus is silent, Jesus smiles and improving with a friendly mockery looks at Peter, who continues to talk about the octopus, - and one after another came to Judas embarrassed students, they began to talk gently, but they were quick and awkward.

And only John Zevedseev was stubbornly silent, yes Thomas, apparently, did not solve anything to say, thinking about what happened. He carefully looked at Christ and Judas sitting nearby, and this strange proximity of Divine beauty and monstrous disgrace, a man with a meek gaze and octopus with huge, immobile, dull-greedy eyes oppressed his mind as an unresolute mystery. He strained straight straight, smooth forehead, pushed her eyes, thinking that it would be better to see it, but just that Judah seemed to have eight uneatened legs. But it was incorrect. Thomas understood this and looked stubbornly again.

And Judas gradually dared: dealt with his hands bent in the elbows, weakened the muscles that kept his jaws in tension, and carefully began to put his bougal head. She used to be in sight of everyone, but Judas seemed to be deep and impenetrably hidden from the eye of some kind of invisible, but hesting and tricky pellena. And now, accurately crawling out of the pit, he felt his strange skull into the light, then he stopped - she stopped - she strongly opened his face. Nothing happened.

Peter left somewhere, Jesus sat thoughtfully, leaning his head on his hand, and quietly shake the tanned nagging, the disciples talked among themselves, and only Thomas carefully and seriously considered him as a conscientious tailor, relieving the measure. Judas smiled - Thomas did not respond to a smile, but, apparently, she took her into account, like everything else, and continued to look at. But something unpleasant was disturbing the left side of the Judeine Persons, "John looks from a dark angle and beautiful eyes from a dark angle, beautiful, clean, not having a single span on the snow-white conscience. And, walking, like everyone go, but feeling as if he is dragging along the ground, like a punished dog. Judas approached him and said:

- Why are you silent, John? Your words are like gold apples in transparent silver vessels, giving one of them by Judas, which is so poor.

John was intently watched in a fixed, wide open eyes and was silent. And I saw Judah crawled, he knew hesitantly and disappeared in the dark depth of the open door.

Since the full moon got up, many went for a walk. Jesus also went to walk, and with a low roof, where Judah arranged his bed, he saw the left. In the lunar light, each white figure seemed to be easily and leisurely and did not go, and accurately slid ahead of his black shadow, and suddenly the man disappeared into something black, and then his voice was heard. When people again appeared under the moon, they seemed silent - like white walls, like black shadows, like all transparent milule night.

Already almost all slept when Judas he heard a quiet voice of the returning Christ. And all the stood in the house and around him. The rooster was lost, offended and loud, as a day, shouted somewhere awkward donkey and reluctantly, with silence breaks. And Judas did not sleep and listened, rushing. The moon illuminated half of his face and, as in a frozen lake, reflected strangely in a huge open eye.

Suddenly he remembered something and hastily silent, rubbing his hairy hairy, healthy chest: perhaps, someone does not sleep and listening to what Judas thinks.

Gradually, I was accustomed to Jude and stopped notifying his disgrace. Jesus instructed him a cash box, and together with this all economic care was formed on him: he bought the necessary food and clothes, distributed alms, and during the wanders I made a place to stop and overnight. All this he did very skillfully, so he soon earned the location of some students who saw his efforts. Lgal Judas constantly, but it was accustomed to this, because they did not see the bad actions, and the conversation of Judas and his stories she attached special interest and did life like a funny, and sometimes a terrible fairy tale.

According to Judah, Judas came out as if he knew all the people, and every person he knows, he made some kind of bad act or even a crime in his life. The good people, in his opinion, are called those who know how to hide their affairs and thoughts, but if such a person hug, to climb and ask for a good one, then it will flow out of it, like a pus from punctured wounds, every false, abomination and lies. He willingly confessed that he sometimes lies and himself, but assured with an oath that others would lie even more, and if there is someone in the world deceived, so it he. Judas.

It happened that some people have become deceived by him and so and so well. So, a kind of keeper of the treasure of rich Velmazby confessed to him once, so for ten years he wanted to steal property entrusted to him, but can not, as the Veelmazby and his conscience is afraid. And Judas believed him - and he suddenly stole and deceived Judas. But here Judas believed him, - and he suddenly returned the stolen one and again deceived Judas again.

And everyone is deceiving him, even animals: when he caresses the dog, she bites him by his fingers, and when he hits her stick - she licks his legs and looks into the eyes as daughter. He killed this dog, buried her deeply and even laid a big stone, but who knows? Maybe because he killed her, she became even more in an anima and now he does not lie in the pit, but running having fun with other dogs.

All the fun laughed at the story of Judas, and he himself was pleasantly smiling, Picky her lively and mocking eyes, and immediately, with a smile, I was aware that I was lying a little: he did not kill this dog. But he will find it certainly will surely kill, because he does not want to be deceived. And from these words, Judah laughed even more.

But sometimes in his stories, he passed the boundaries of the likely and plausible and attributed to people such an inclination, which even an animal does not have, accused of such crimes as it was not and never happens. And since he called the names of the most honorable people, then some dismantled slander, others were jokingly asked:

- Well, your father and mother. Judas, were they not good people?

Judas squinted his eyes, smiled and bred by his hands. And together with the head of the head, his frozen, widespread eyes and silently watched.

- And who was my father? Maybe the person who beat me Ryget, and maybe the devil, and a goat, and a rooster. Can Judas know everyone, with whom Did his mother divided his bed? Judah has many fathers about which you say?

But here everything was indignant, as parents were very honored, and Matthew, quite well read in Scripture, strictly spoke by Solomon:

- Who is sick of her father and his mother, that lamp will go out among deep darkness.

John Zevedheev challengedly threw:

- Well, and we? What are you talking about us, Judah from cariot?

But that with a pretended fright swell his hands, I cut off and snapped, as a beggar, in vainly facing the alms from the passerby:

- Ah, tempt the poor Judah! Laugh over Juda, fool the poor, gullible by Judas!

And while one side of his face was pierced in the judovo grimaces, the other swore seriously and strictly, and never watched the eye. Most of all and louder all laughed over jokes of Israiriot Peter Simonov. But one day it happened so that he suddenly frowned, became silent and sad and hastily dismissed Judas aside, his sleeve was shattered.

- And Jesus? What do you think about Jesus? "Leaning, he asked him with a loud whisper." We just do not joke, I ask you. "

Judas gladly glanced at him:

- And what do you think?

Peter frightened and happily whispered:

- I think he is the son of God Living.

- Why do you ask? What can you tell Judas, who has a goat father!

- But do you love him? You seem to love anyone, Judas.

With the same strange evil, Iskariot threw abruptly and sharply:

After this conversation, Peter's Day, two loudly called Judas with his friend the octopus, and he hardly even tried to slip away from him somewhere in a dark corner and sit sullenly, brighten his white unlucky eye.

It was quite seriously listened by Judas only Thomas: he did not understand jokes, pretending and lies, games with words and thoughts and had a thorough and positive in everything. And all the stariot stories about bad people and actions, he often interrupted short business comments:

- It must be proved. Did you hear it myself? And who else was at the same time except you? What's his name?

Judas annoyed and shoutingly shouted that he had seen himself and heard himself, but the stubborn Thomas continued to interrogate the unanswered and calmly until Judas confessed that he lied, or did not compose a new plausible lies, who he thought for a long time. And, having found a mistake, immediately came and indifferently opened a liar. In general, Judas initiated a strong curiosity in him, and it created something like friendship between them, full of screaming, laughter and curses - on the one hand, and calm, persistent questions on the other. At times, Judas felt unbearable disgust for his strange friend and, permeating him with a sharp look, said irritably, almost with Moloto:

- But what do you want? I all told you, all.

- I want you to prove how a goat can be your father? - with indifferent perseverance interrogated Thomas and waited for a response.

It happened that after one of such questions, Judas suddenly fell silent and surprised to the head to the head fell his eye: I saw a long, straight mill, gray face, direct transparent-blond eyes, two thick folds, coming from the nose and disappeared in tough, smoothly trimmed Beard, and convincingly said:

- What are you stupid, Thomas! What do you see in a dream: tree, wall, donkey?

And Thomas somehow strangely embarrassed and did not objection. And at night, when Judas already clouded his living and restless eye to sleep, he suddenly said loudly from his bed - they both slept now together on the roof:

- You are not right, Judas. I see very bad dreams. What do you think: for her dreams also should a person answer?

- Does anyone else sees the dreams, and not he himself? Thomas sighed quietly and thought. And Judas smiled contemptuously, closed his thieves eye tightly and calmly surrendered to his rebellious dreams, monstrous dreams, insane visions, on the part we were framed by his buggy skull.

When, during Jesus's worships on Judea, the travelers approached some village, Iskariot told the badness of his inhabitants and foreshadowed trouble. But it almost always happened that the people who spoke he was bad, happily met Christ and his friends, surrounded their attention and love and became believers, and Juda's money drawer was placed so full that it was difficult to carry it. And then she laughed at his mistake, and he dug his hands and said:

- So! So! Judas thought they were bad, and they were good: and they believed quickly, and gave money. Again, it means, deceived by Judas, the poor, trusting Juda from Cariot!

But somehow, already far away from the village, who met their welcoming, Thomas and Judas were warmly argued and to solve the dispute, returned back. Only the next day they caught up with Jesus with students, and Thomas had a kind of embarrassed and sad, and Judas looked so proudly, as if he expected that now everyone would start to congratulate him and thank him. Going to the teacher, Thomas decisively stated:

- Judas Rights, Lord. It was evil and stupid people, and the seed of your words fell on the stone.

And told what happened in the village. Already after leaving him, Jesus and his students one old woman began to shout that she was stolen by a young white goat, and accused of the pains of those who had gone. At first, they argued with her, and when she stubbornly argued that there was no one to steal, like Jesus, then many were believed and even wanted to go into pursuit. And although they soon found a goat confused in the bushes, but still decided that Jesus is a cheater and maybe even a thief.

- So that's how! - cried Peter, inflating the nostrils. - Lord, you want, I will return to these fools, and ...

But I silent all the time Jesus looked at him, and Peter fell silent and disappeared from behind, behind the backs of others. And no one no longer spoke about what happened, as if nothing had happened at all and as if the Judas were not right. In vain, he shown himself from all sides, trying to make his scrubly forced, predatory, with a hooked nose face, did not look at him, and if someone looked, it was very unfriendly, even with contempt as if.

And from the same day somehow strangely changed the attitude of Jesus. And before, for some reason, it was so that Judas never spoke straight with Jesus, and he never directly turned to him, but it often looked at him in gentle eyes, smiled at some of his jokes, and if he did not see for a long time, he asked: And where is Judas? And now she looked at him, not seeing, although still, - and even stubborn than before, - looking for his eyes whenever he started talking to students or to the people, but or he sat down his back and threw his words through his head His Juda, or did the view that he does not notice him at all. And whatever he spoke, at least today is one thing, and tomorrow is completely different, at least even the thing that Judas thinks, it seemed, however, that he always speaks against Judas. And for all he was a gentle and beautiful flower, fragrant Rosa Lebanese, and for Judah left only sharp spits - as if there was no heart from Judah, as if her eyes and nose had no better than everything, he understood the beauty of gentle and Cute petals.

- Thomas! Do you like a yellow Lebanese Rose, who has a dark face and eyes, like Sulna? - he asked his friend once, and he answered indifferently:

- Rose? Yes, it is pleasant to me smell. But I did not hear that roses have dark faces and eyes, like Sulna.

- How? You do not know that the Much Cactus, who yesterday ruined your new clothes, is the red flower alone and one eye alone?

But this did not know Thomas, although yesterday the cactus really clung to his clothes and ripped it on a pitiful blossom. He did not know anything, this thoma, although he asked everything, and looked so right with his transparent and clear eyes, through which, as through the Phoenician glass, was visible to the wall behind him and attached to her Pura's donkey.

There was some time later, and another case, in which Judas again turned out to be right. In one Jewish village, which he did not praise so much that he even advised to bypass him, Christ was accepted very hostile, and after the preaching of him and the hypocrites came into rage and wanted to beat him and students. There were many enemies, and undoubtedly, they would have managed to implement their destructive intention if not Judas from the cario. Effective in the insane fear of Jesus, exactly seeing blood drops on his white shirt.

Judas fiercely and blindly rushed to the crowd, threatened, shouted, begged and lied, and the time gave time and the opportunity to leave Jesus and disciples. Studently agile, as if he ran up on a dozen legs, funny and terrible in his rage and molubas, he madly rushed to the crowd and fascinated by some strange strength. He shouted that he was not at all obsessed by the demon of the nazey that he was just a deceiver, a thief, a loving money, like all his students, like Judas himself, was shocked by a cash drawer, and prayed, falling toward the land. And gradually the anger of the crowd switched to laughter and disgust, and their hands raised with stones.

"These people are unworthy to die from the hand of honest," they said alone, while others thoughtfully accompanied her eyes quickly removed by Judas.

And I was again expected by Judas Congratulations, praise and gratitude, and put on the view of his wasopted clothes, and lied, that he beat him, - but this time he was incomprehensible to be deceived. The angry Jesus walked big steps and was silent, and even John with Peter did not dare to get closer to him, and all who came across the eyes of Judas in heated clothes, with her happily-excited, but still a little frightened face, distilled him from themselves short and angry exclamations. As if he did not save them all, as if he did not save their teacher, whom they like so.

- Do you want to see fools? He said to the Fome, thoughtfully went behind. - Look: they go on the road, a bunch, like a flock of rams, and raise dust. And you, smart thomas, touching behind, and I, noble, beautiful Judas, let go behind, like a dirty slave, which is not a place next to the Mr.

- Why do you call yourself beautiful? - Surprised Thomas.

"Because I am beautiful," Judas answered convinced and told, he adding a lot, as he deceived the enemies of Jesus and laughed at them and their stupid stones.

- But you lied! - said Thomas.

"Well, yes, Litgal," I agreed calmly Czariot. "I gave them what they asked, and they returned what I need." And what is a lie, is my smart thomas? Isn't that the death of Jesus would be the best lie?

- You did not feel good. Now I believe that your father is the devil. It he taught you, Judas.

Cryariot's face walked and suddenly somehow quickly shook on the foma - as if the white cloud found and closed the road and Jesus. The mild movement of Judas also quickly pressed him to him, pressed himself strongly, paralyzing movement, and whispered in the ear:

- So, the devil taught me? So, thomas. And I saved Jesus? So the devil loves Jesus, so the devil is needed Jesus and the truth? So, thomas. But after all, my father is not a devil, but a goat. Maybe you need a goat Jesus? Hee? And you do not need it, no? And really not needed?

The angry and slightly frightened Thomas with difficulty broke out of the sticky hugs of Judas and quickly walked forward, but soon slowed down the steps, trying to understand what happened.

And Judas quietly flew at the back and gradually lagged behind. Here, in the distance, they mixed up in the Pestruy bunch of going, and it was impossible to consider, which from these little figures Jesus. That's a little thomas turned into a gray point - and suddenly everyone disappeared behind the turn. Looking around, Judas came down from the road and the huge jumps went down to the depths of the rocky ravine. From a fast and impetuous running dress, his dress was inflated and the hands were cooked up as for flight. Here on the cliff he slipped and quickly gray lumps rolled down, looking around the stones, jumped up and rooted the mountain in his fist:

- You're still, damned! ..

And, suddenly, replacing the speed of movements with sullen and focused slowness, chose a place from a large stone and sat down leisurely. Turned, exactly looking for a convenient position, put his hands, palm with palm, to gray stone and heavily leaned against them. And so an hour and two sitting, he did not move and deceiving birds, motionless and gray, like a gray stone himself.

And in front of him, and behind, and from all sides, the walls of the ravine rose, the sharp line cutting the edges of the blue sky, and everywhere, hesitated to the ground, huge gray stones have risen - as if she had passed the stone rain and in the endless Duma his heavy drops were frozen here. . And on the overturned, chopped skull looked like this wildly desert ravine, and every stone in it was like frozen thought, and there were a lot of them, and they all thought - hard, endlessly, stubbornly.

Here is friendly pierced near Judas on his shaky legs deceived Scorpio. Judas looked at him, not taking away from the stone of his head, and again stopped at something of his eyes, both fixed, both coated with whitewash strange fortune, both exactly blind and scary in vain. Here from the Earth, from the stones, the calm night darkness began to rise from the ruine, wrapped the stationary Judas and quickly crawled up to a bright pale sky. Night came with her thoughts and dreams.

This night, Judas did not return for the night, and the disciples, torn off from the spirit of their troubles about food and drink, rushed to his negligence.

Once, at around afternoon, Jesus and students passed through the rocky and mountain road, devoid of shadows, and since for more than five hours were on the way, he began to complain about fatigue. The disciples stopped, and Peter with each other with their John spread their own and other students on Earth, they strengthened them between two high stones, and thus did for Jesus as if the tent. And he was silent in a tent, resting from the sunny heat, they entertained him with funny speeches and jokes.

But, seeing that and speeches tire him, as well as little sensitive to fatigue and heat, retired for a while and betrayed various classes. Who in the slope of the mountain between the stones was looking for edible roots and, found, brought Jesus, who climbing everything above and above, looking for thoughtfully borders of the pigeonant gave and, not found, rose to new isochchi stones. John found between the stones a beautiful, blue lizard and in gentle palms, laughing quietly, brought it to Jesus, and the lizard looked at his convex, mysterious eyes in his eyes, and then quickly slipped the cold tent on his warm hand and quickly carried out her gentle shuddering tail.

Peter, who did not like the quiet pleasures, and with him Philip began to tear away large stones from the mountain and allowed them down, competing in force. And, attracted by their loud laugh, we gradually gathered around them the rest and took part in the game. Straightening, they pierced the old land from the ground, which turned around, raised him high with both hands and allowed the slope. Heavy, he hit shortly and stupidly and thought for a moment, then he was hesitantly made the first jump - and with each touch to the ground, taking the speed and fortress from her, became a light, ferocious, and inspiring. No longer jumped, and he flew with crammed teeth, and the air, whistling, missed him stupid, round carcass. Here is the edge, - smooth last movement stone cooked up and calmly, in severe thoughtfulness, it flew down, at the bottom of the invisible abyss.

- Well, another one! - shouted Peter. White teeth sparkled among the black beard and mustache, powerful breasts and hands were exposed, and old angry stones, stupidly surprised by their strength, one by one submissively worn into the abyss. Even the fragile John threw small pebbles and, smiling quietly, looked at their fun Jesus.

- What are you. Judas? Why don't you accept participation in the game, is it, apparently, so fun?

- asked Thomas, finding his strange friend in immobility, behind a big gray stone.

- My chest hurts, and I was not called.

- Do you need to call? Well, so I call you, go. Look, what stones are throwing Peter.

Judas somehow looked at him somehow, and here Thomas first madly felt that Judah from Cariot was two faces. But he did not have time to understand this, as Judas told his usual tone, flattered and at the same time mocking:

"Is there anyone stronger than Peter?" When he shouts, all the donkeys in Jerusalem think that their Messiah came, and also raise a cry. Did you ever hear their cry, thomas?

And, smiling and smiling and shyly smelting the clothes of the chest, peeling with curly red hair. Judas entered the circle of playing. And since everyone was very fun, they met him with joy and loud jokes, and even John smiled condescendingly when Judas, a rharry and pretended to Owai, took up a huge stone. But he easily raised him and threw him, and blind, his widespread eye, swaying, still stared at Peter, and the other, crazy and cheerful, poured a quiet laugh.

- No, you still throw! Said Peter offended. And one after another they raised and threw the gigantic stones, and, wondering, looked at them. Peter threw a big stone, - Judas even more. Peter, gloomy and focused, angry grumbled the rocks of the rock, staggering, raised him and dropped down, - Judas, continuing to smile, I found out an eye on a larger debris, gently dotted into him with long fingers, knocked him down, shook him with him and, palena, sent His in the abyss. Throwing his stone, Peter leaned back and followed his fall, - Judas leaning forward, funked and stretched long shevily hands, accurately wanted to fly over the stone. Finally, both of them, first Peter, then Judas, grabbed the old, gray stone - and could not raise him, nor the one or the other. All red, Peter resolutely approached Jesus and said loudly:

- Lord! I do not want Judas to be stronger than me. Help me raise that stone and throw.

And quietly answered him something Jesus. Peter was displeased with wide shoulders, but nothing dares to argue and returned back with the words:

- He said: And who will help Iskariot? But he looked at Judas, who, choking and scking tightly his teeth, continued to embracing his stubborn stone, and laughed fun:

- That's so patient! See what makes our patient, poor Judah!

And Judas himself laughed, so unexpectedly condensed in his lies, and all the others laughed, "even Thomas slightly spread his straight lines, hanging on her lips, gray mustache. And so, friendly dazzol and laughing, everyone moved into the path, and Peter, completely reconciled with the winner, from time to time pushed him to his fist in his side and laughed:

- That's so patient!

Everyone praised Judas, everyone recognized that he was the winner, all the friendly chatted with him, but Jesus, - but Jesus and this time did not want to praise Judas. Silently, he walked ahead, bitten by the torn blade, and little by one after another stopped laughing the students and moved to Jesus. And soon again it turned out that they were all close cumosh in front, and Judas - Judas-winner - Judas Strong - one flew from behind, swallowing dust.

So they stopped, and Jesus put his hand on the shoulder of Peter, the other hand pointing to the distance, where he had already appeared in the smiske of Jerusalem. And the wide, mighty spin Peter carefully took this thin, tanned hand.

For the night they stopped in Viph, in the house of Lazar. And when everyone gathered for conversation. Judas thought that he would now remember his victory over Peter, and sat closer. But the disciples were silent and unusually thoughtful. Images traveled path: both the sun, and the stone, and grass, and Christ, reclining in the tent, were quietly sailed in the head, the assupping soft thoughtfulness, giving birth to vague, but sweet dreams about some eternal movement under the sun. A tired body rested sweetly, and it all thought about something mysterious and big and big, - and no one remembered Judas.

Judas came out. Then returned. Jesus spoke, and in silence he listened to his speech students. Mustly, like the sculpture, sat at his feet of his Maria and, thumping his head, looked into his face. John, having moved close, tried to make his hand touched by the teacher's clothes, but did not conquer him. Touch - and froze. And loudly and strongly breathed Peter, the second breathing with his speech of Jesus.

Iskariot stopped at the threshold and, contemptuously passed by the gaze of those who gathered, all the fire was concentrated on Jesus. And as I looked, it was gaslo everything around him, dressed in dirt and silence, and only light Jesus with his own hand raised. But here he as if he rose into the air, as if melted and became so, as if all he consisted of a superior fog peaked by the light of the setting moon, and his soft speech sounded somewhere far away and gently.

And, peering into the hesitation ghost, listening to a delicate melody of distant and ghost words. Judas took the whole soul into the iron fingers and in an immense darkness of her, silently, began to build something huge. Slowly, in deep darkness, he raised some hodges like the mountains, and smoothly imposed one on the other, and again raised, and again imposed, and something grew in the darkness, the border was silent. Here, he felt his head, and in the impenetrable darkness, he continued to grow huge, and someone silently worked: he raised his huge, like the mountains, put one on another and raised again ... and gently sounded somewhere distant and ghostly words.
So he stood, sunbathing the door, huge and black, and said Jesus, and loudly eaten his words intermittent and strong breath of Peter. But suddenly Jesus Smallk - a sharp unfinished sound, and Peter, accurately awakened, enthusiastically exclaimed:

- Lord! You led the verbs of eternal life!

But Jesus was silent and stared somewhere. And when they followed his eyes, they saw the doors of the petrified Judas with the open mouth and stopped her eyes. And without realizing what was the matter, laughed. Matthew, read in Scripture, was touched by Juda's shoulder and told Solomon's words:

- Watching meekly - pardon will be, and walking in the gate - stance of others.

Judas shuddered and even cried slightly frightened, and everything - his eyes, hands and legs - exactly ran in different directions, like an animal that suddenly saw a person's eyes. Jesus was walking straight to Judas and the word some worn on the mouths of his own - and passed by Judas in the open and now the free door.

Already in the middle of the night, a concerned Thomas approached the lie of Judah, squatted and asked:
- You are crying. Judas?
- Not. Get out, Thomas.

- Why do you moan and creep your teeth? Are you unhealthy?

Judas paused, and from the mouth of him, one after another, began to fall heavy words, poured by the forty and anger.

- Why doesn't he love me? Why does he like those? Are I not more beautiful, no better, not stronger than them? Didn't I save him life while those fled, bent, like a cowardly dogs?

- My poor friend, you are not completely right. You are not beautiful at all, and your language is as unpleasant as your face. You are lying and zealously constantly, how do you want to love you Jesus?

But Judah definitely did not hear him and continued, heavily moved in the dark:

- Why is he not with Juda, and with those who do not love him? John brought him a lizard - I would bring him a poisonous snake. Peter threw stones - I would turn the mountain for him! But what is a poisonous snake? Here she is cut in her tooth, and she lies around her neck. But what is a mountain that you can get shed with your hands and kick? I would give him Jude, bold, beautiful Judah! And now he will die, and Judas will die with him.

- You say something strange. Judas!

- Dry fig ohkamine that needs to be chopped, - because it is me, he said about me. Why is he not chop? He does not dare, Thomas. I know him: he is afraid of Judah! It hides from the bold, strong, beautiful Judah! He loves stupid, traitors, liars. Are you a liar, thomas, did you hear about it?

Thomas was very surprised and wanted to object, but thought that Judas would just scold, and just shook his head in the dark. And even stronger the Judas, he moaned, crossed his teeth, and he could hear how he was restlessly moving under the cover all his big body.

- What hurts Judah so? Who attached fire to his body? He gives his son to dogs! He gives his daughter to robbers to the crop, his bride - to the inability. But isn't the gentle heart from Judah? Get out, Thomas, go, stupid. Let one remain strong, brave, beautiful Judas!

Judas walked a few dinaris, and this was revealed thanks to the Fome, who saw by chance how much money was given. It was possible to assume that this is not the first time Judas makes theft, and everyone came into indignation. The angry Peter grabbed Judas behind the gate of his dress and pulled almost the wolf to Jesus, and the scared, pale Judas did not resist.

- Teacher, look! Here he is a joker! Here he is a thief! You believed him, and he steals our money. Thief! Round! If you allow, I myself ...

But Jesus was silent. And, carefully looking at him, Peter quickly blushed and opened his hand holding the gate. Judas fell asleepfully recovered, Irsk looked at Peter and accepted the submissive-oppressed view of a repentant criminal.

- So that's how! "Peter said angrily and slammed the door loudly, leaving. And everyone was unhappy and said that they would never be left with Juda, "but John quickly realized something and slipped at the door, for whom quiet and as if even a tender voice of Jesus. And when after time, he left there, he was pale, and his eyes were blossomed as if from recent tears.

- Teacher said ... The teacher said that Judas could take money as he wants.

Peter's angry laughed. Quickly, the John looked at him with the reproach and, suddenly calmed down all, mixing tears with anger, delighted with tears, exclaimed calling:

"And no one should consider how much money I received Judas." He is our brother, and all of his money, like ours, and if he needs a lot, let him take a lot, not to speak anyone and without anyone. Judas Our brother, and you are hard offended by him - said the teacher ... I am ashamed of us, brothers!

In the doorway stood pale, smiling Judas crookedly, and Iohn's mild movement approached and kissed him three times. Behind him, looking at each other, Jacob, Filipp and others were embarrassed, - after each kiss, Judas wiped her mouth, but smack loudly, as if this sound had given him pleasure. Peter came the latter.

- We are all stupid, all blind. Judas. One he sees one is smart. Can I kiss you?

- From what? Kiss! - I agreed Judas.

Peter firmly kissed him firmly and said loudly on his ear:

- And I almost suffocated you! They are at least so, and I'm right for the throat! It was not hurt?
- Little.

- I'll go to him and tell everything. After all, I am angry with him, "Peter said gloomily, trying quietly, without noise, turn around the door.

- And what are you, Thomas? - John asked strictly, who watched the actions and words of students.

- I do not know yet. I need to think. And long thought Thomas, almost all day. Divided into the affairs of their students, and somewhere behind the stalk loudly and merrily shouted Peter, and he all consumed. He would make it faster, but he interfered with Judas somewhat relentlessly followed him a mock and occasionally seriously asked:

- Well, Thomas? How is the case?

Then Judas dragged his money drawer and loudly, ringing coins and pretended without looking at the foma, began to count money.

- Twenty-one, twenty two, twenty three ... Look, Thomas, again fake coin. Oh, what are all people scammers, they even sacrifice fake money ... twenty four ... And then again they say that Judas stole ...
Twenty five, twenty six ...

Thomas strongly approached him - in the evening it was - and said:

- He is right, Judas. Let me kiss you.

- That's how? Twenty nine, thirty. In vain. I will again steal. Thirty-one…

- How can you steal when there is no one or someone else's. You will just take how much you need, brother.

- And so much time you needed to repeat only his words? You do not value the same time, smart thomas.

- You seem to be laughing at me, brother?

- And think, are you doing good, virtuous Thomas, repeating the words of it? After all, he said - "his", - and not you. He kissed me - you just desecrated my mouth. I still feel how your wet lips crawl through me. It is so disgusting, good foma. Thirty-eight, thirty nine, forty. Forty Dinariev, Thomas, do you want to check?

- After all, he is our teacher. How do we not repeat the words of the teacher?

- Did the gate fell off from Judah? Is he now naked and not for having grab? Here will leave the teacher from the house, and again there is an intensely Judas three dinaria, and isn't it for the same gate you grab it?

- We now know. Judas. We understood.

- Isn't all the disciples for all students? And didn't all teachers deceive their disciples? Here I raised the teacher Ruga - the disciples shout: we know the teacher! And the teacher went to sleep, and the disciples say: didn't the teacher taught us? And here. This morning you called me: Thief. Tonight you call me: Brother. And how do you call me tomorrow?

Judas laughed and, easily raising a heavy hand, ringing box, continued:

- When a strong wind blows, he raises litter. And stupid people look at Sorrow and say: here is the wind! And this is only litter, my good foma, donkey litter, trampled by my feet. So he met the wall and quietly lay down at the foot. And the wind flies further, the wind flies on, my good foma!

Judas showed his hand over the wall and laughed again.

"I'm glad you're fun." Said Thomas. "But it's a pity that there is so much evil in your cheerfulness."

- How not to be a fun man whom is so kissed and which is so useful? If I did not stole three dinaris, would you know John, what is delight? And isn't it pleased to be a hook, which is hanging for drying: John - his dying virtue, Thomas - his mind, sent by mol.

- It seems to me that it is better for me to leave.

- But I'm kidding. I'm kidding, my good foma, - I just wanted to know if you really wish to kiss the old, nasty Judas, the thief, who stole three Dinaria and gave them to Bludnice.

- Bludnice? - Foma was surprised. - And did you tell the teacher about this?

- Here you again doubt, Thomas. Yes, Bludnice. But if you knew, Thomas, that it was for an unfortunate woman. For two days she did not eat anything ...

- Do you probably know that? - embarrassed Thomas.

- Yes of course. After all, I myself was with her and saw that she eats nothing and drinks only red wine. She walked from exhaustion, and I fell along with her ...

Thomas quickly stood up and, by going out a few steps, threw a Judea:

- Apparently, Satan instilled in you. Judas. And, leaving, heard in the coming twilight, as an inconsultedly called a heavy cash box in the hands of Judas. And as if Judas laughed.

But on the other day, Fome had to confess that he was mistaken in Judas - so simple, soft and at the same time serious was serious. He was not crying, did not joke eloquently, did not bow and did not insult, but quietly and quietly did his economic case. He was agile, as before, - definitely not two legs, like all people, and a whole dozen had them, but ran silently, without a squeak, screams and laughter, like a laughter of Hyien, as he had accompanied all his actions. And when Jesus began to speak, he sat quietly in the corner, folded his hands and his legs and looked so good with her big eyes that many paid attention to it. And he stopped talking about people, and was silent more, so the strict Matthew himself considered it possible to praise him, saying with the words of Solomon:

- Scordly express contempt for his neighbor, but a reasonable man is silent.

And raised his finger, hinting at the former coast of Judah. In a short time, and everyone noticed this change in Judas and pleased her, and only Jesus looked at him as much as alienly, although he did not express his outlines directly. And John himself, to whom Judas rendered deep respect, as a favorite disciple of Jesus and his intercession in the case of three dinarities, began to treat him somewhat softer and even sometimes took a conversation.

- What do you think. Judas, - he said once condescendingly, - which of us, Peter or I, will be the first next to Christ in his heavenly kingdom?

Judas thought and answered:

- I suppose you.

"And Peter thinks he," John grinned.

- Not. Peter all the angels will turn away with her cry, - Do you hear how he shouts? Of course, he will argue with you and will try to take a place, as it assures that he also loves Jesus, "but he is already old, and you are young, he is hard to foot, and you run quickly, and you first enter there with Christ. Is not it?

"Yes, I will not leave Jesus," John agreed. And on the same day and with the same question addressed Jude Peter Simonov. But, afraid that his loud voice is heard by others, took Juda to the farthest corner, for the house.

- So how do you think? - he asked anxiously. "You are smart, the teacher himself praises you for the mind, and you will tell you the truth.
- Of course, you, - Cryariot answered without hesitation, and Peter exclaimed Peter:

- I told him!

"But, of course, and there he will try to take away your first place."

- Sure!

"But what can he do when the place will be busy to you?" After all, you first go there with Jesus? You will not leave him one? Didn't you call you a stone?

Peter put her hand on the shoulder Judah and said hotly:

- I'm telling you. Judas, you are the smartest of us. Why are you only so mocking and evil? The teacher does not like it. And then you could become a favorite student, not worse than John. But only to you, - Peter threatenly raised his hand, "I will not give my place near Jesus, nor on earth, nor there! Hear!

So I tried Judas to deliver everything pleasant, but I thought myself at the same time. And, remaining all the same modest, restrained and inconspicuous, everyone knew how to say what he especially likes. So, he said Frie:
- Stupid believes every word, prudently attentive to their ways. Matthew, who suffered from some excesses in food and drink and was ashamed of this, led the words of the wise and revered by Solomon:

- The righteous eats to the satiety, and the wonderfully impose deprivation.

But the pleasant said rarely, thereby giving him a special value, and was more silent, carefully listened to everything, which is said, and thought about something. The thinking Judas had, however, the kind of unpleasant, funny and at the same time suggesting fear.

While his lively and cunning eyes moved, Judas seemed simple and kind, but when both eyes stopped motionless and the skin was going to the strange bugs and folds, the skin was gathered on his bulk forehead, - he was a painful guess about some very special thoughts tushed under this skull. Along with others, quite special, not at all having a language, they are a deaf silence of mystery surrounded his ponderous Iskariot, and I wanted it to begin to speak, even lie. For the lies herself says to the human language seemed to be true and light in front of this hopelessly deaf and unusual silence.

- Again thinking. Judas? - Peter shouted, his clear voice and face suddenly breaking the deaf silence of the Judine Dum, who distinguishes them somewhere in the dark corner. - What do you think?

"Much," Cryariot was answered with a deceased smile. And, noticing, probably, how badly acts on his other silence, it became more likely to be removed from the disciples and spent a lot of time in secluded walks or climbed onto a flat roof and sit quietly. And already several times the thomas scared slightly, stumbled upon unexpectedly in the dark on some gray pile, from which the hands and feet of Judah suddenly turned out and his humorous voice was heard.
Only once, Judas somehow specially sharply and strangely reminded the former Judah, and it happened just during the dispute about the championship in the kingdom of heaven. In the presence of Peter and John's teacher, Peter and John beat each other, hotly challenging their place near Jesus: they listed their merits, Merili degree of her love for Jesus, hot, shouting, even scribed unrestrained, Peter - all red from anger, Rocking, John - pale and Quiet, with trembling hands and biting speech. Their dispute was already delivered and the teacher began to frown, when Peter looked by chance on Judas and smuggled, looked at John John and also smiled, - each of them remembered that he spoke to him clever Isariot. And, already anticipating the joy of a close celebration, they silently and according to Judas in the judge, and Peter shouted:

- Well, smart Judah! Tell me, who will be the first near Jesus - he or me?

But Judah was silent, breathing heavily and eyes greedily asked about something calm-deep eyes of Jesus.

"Yes," John confirmed condescendingly, "tell him who will be the first near Jesus."

Do not take off the eye from Christ. Judas slowly rose and answered quietly and important:

Jesus slowly lowered the eyes. And, quietly having a bony finger in his chest, Iskariot repeated solemnly and strictly:

- I! I will be near Jesus!

And came out. The students struck by the bold leakage, the disciples were silent, and only Peter, suddenly remembering something, whispered by the fome unexpectedly a quiet voice:

- So what he thinks about! .. Did you hear?

Just at this time, Judas Iskariot made the first, decisive step towards betrayal: I secretly visited the High Priest Anna. He was met very severely, but did not embarrass this and demanded a long conversation with an eye on the eyes. And, left alone with a dry and harsh old man, contemptuously looked at him from under the hanging, heavy century, said that he. Judas, the man of pious and in the disciples to Jesus Nazareu joined the sole purpose of catching the deceiver and betray him into the hands of the law.

- And who he is, this nazey? - Anna asked disseminately, pretending that the name of Jesus hears the first time.

Judas also pretended to believe the strange ignorance of the high priest, and described in detail about the sermon of Jesus and miracles, hate him to the Pharisees and the Temple, about the permanent violations of the law of the law and, finally, about the desire to deprive the power from the hands of the clergy and create their own special kingdom. And so skillfully mixed the truth with a lie, which was carefully looked at him Anna and lazily said:

- Do you never know deceivers and madness in Judea?

- No he dangerous man, "Judas objected hotly," he violates the law. " And let a better one person perceive than the whole people. Anna nodded his head approvingly.

"But he seems to be a lot of disciples?"

- Yes many.

- And they probably love him very much?

- Yes, they say they love. Very love, more than yourself.

- But if we want to take it, will they come? Do they raise the uprisings?

Judas laughed lasting and evil:

- They are? These cowardly dogs that run as soon as a person leans over the stone. They are!

- Are they so bad? - asked Anna coldly.

- Are the bad run from good, and not good from bad? Hee! They are good, and therefore will run. They are good, and therefore they hide. They are good, and therefore they will only be when Jesus should be put in the coffin. And they will put it themselves, and you only execute!

- But they love him? You yourself said.

- They always love her teacher, but more dead than alive. When the teacher is alive, he can ask them a lesson, and then they will be bad. And when the teacher dies, they themselves become teachers, and it is bad for others! Hee!

Anna looked at the traitor, and the dry lips were wrinkled, - it meant that Anna smiles.

- Are you offended by them? I see it.

- Does anything from your insight can be hidden, Wise Anna? You penetrated the heart of Judas. Yes. They offended poor Jude. They said that he stole her three dinaria, - as if Judas Not the most honest person in Israel!

And for a long time they spoke about Jesus, about his disciples, about his disastrous influence on the Israeli people, but a decisive answer did not give a cautious and tricky Anna this time. He has long followed Jesus and in secret meetings with relatives and friends with his own, chiefs and sadducia, has long decided the fate of the prophet from Galilee. But he did not trust Judas, which he used to heard as a bad and false person, did not trust him with frivolous hopes for the cowardice of students and the people.

In his strength, Anna believed, but he was afraid of bloodshed, I was afraid of the Terrible Bunt, which was so easy for the universal and ammunition people Jerusalem, was afraid, finally, the harsh intervention of the authorities from Rome. The inflated resistance, fertilized by the red blood of the people, giving life to everything, to which she fell, - the heresy will grow even more and in the flexible rings, Anna, and the power, and all his friends will be strangled. And when I was confused for the second time, Anna was embarrassed by the Spirit and did not accept him. But in the third and the fourth time I came to him, persistent, as the wind, who and during the day and night he knocks on the locked door and breathes it into his well.

"I see that something is afraid of something wise Anna," said Judas, who finally admitted to the high priest.

"I am quite strong to be afraid to be afraid," Anna replied arrogantly, and Iskariot fenced on, stretching his hands. "What do you want?

- I want to betray you Nazarea.

- We do not need it.

Judas bowed and waited, submracting his eyes to the high priest.

- Stay.

- But I have to come again. Is it not, respectable Anna?

- You will not be allowed. Stay.

But even once, and Judas from Cariot once again knocked and was made to the elderly Anna. Dry and evil, depressed with thoughts, he silently looked at the traitor and accurately considered his hair on his head his head. But I was silent and Judas - exactly and silent the hairs in a relative gray beard of the high priest.

- Well? Are you again here? - he threw it, accurately spat on his head, annoyed Anna.

- I want to betray you Nazarea.

Both were silent, continuing to look at each other with attention. But Iskariot watched calmly, and Anna had already started silent a quiet anger, dry and cold as the preliminary winter in winter.

- How much do you want for your Jesus?

- How much will you give?

Anna with pleasure offensively said:

- You are all the scam shaking. Thirty silverings - this is how much we give.

And quietly happy, seeing how all the fortied, walked, Judas ran - a prompt and fast, as if not two legs, and his whole dozen had them.

- For Jesus? Thirty silverings? He shouted the voice of wild amazement, pleased with Anna. - For Jesus Nazarea! And you want to buy Jesus for thirty silverings? And you think that you can sell Jesus for thirty silverings?

Judas quickly turned to the wall and walked into her white flat face, raising long hands:

- Do you hear? Thirty Silvernikov! For Jesus!

With the same quiet joy of Anna indifferently noticed:

- If you do not want, then go. We will find a person who will sell cheaper.

And, exactly the traders of the old dress, which on the dirty square move from hands to the hands of a non-rag, shout, swear and get married, they joined hot and mad bargaining. Running a strange delight, running, rumbling, shouting, Judas on the fingers calculated the advantages of whom he sells.

- And the fact that he is kind and heals the patients, is it so already nothing and do not, in your opinion? BUT? No, you tell me how an honest person!

- If you ... - I tried to insert a Porozovy Anna, whose cold anger was quickly heated on the swiss words of Judah, but he interrupted himlessly:

- And the fact that he is beautiful and young, how is Narcissus Saronsky, like Lily Dolin? BUT? Is it worth nothing? You can, perhaps, say that he is old and nothing is suitable, which Judas sells you an old rooster? BUT?

"If you ..." - tried to scream Anna, but his senile voice, like the flock, carried the desperate-violent speech of Judas.

- Thirty silverings! After all, this one noise does not go beyond blood! Half Oola does not go beyond a tear! Quarter Oola per moaway! And screams! And convulsions! And for the fact that his heart stopped? And for the fact that his eyes closed? Is it for nothing? - criticized Iskariot, coming to the high priest, all of him, putting him by the insane movement of his hands, fingers, twisting words.

- For all! For all! - Heavenly Anna.

- And how much will you harm on this? Hee? Are you robbery want Judas, a piece of bread to pull out his children? I can not! I'll go to the square, I will scream: Anna robbed poor Judah! Save!

Tired, completely skipped Anna fleecely flooded on the floor with soft shoes and waved his hands:

- WON! .. WON! ..

But Judas suddenly sadly bent and disadvantaged his hands:

"But if you are so ... Why are you angry with a poor Jude, who wishes good to her children?" You also have children, beautiful young people ...

- We are another ... We are another ... won!

"But did I say that I can't give up?" And do I do not believe you that you can come another and give you Jesus for fifteen off? For two nools? For one?

And, bowing everything below, wriggling and cheering. Judah submissively agreed to the money offered to him. You tremble, dryly, the throwned Anna gave him money and, silently, turning away and chewing her lips, waited until Judas tried all silver coins on his teeth. Occasionally, Anna looked around and, accurately struggling, again raised his head to the ceiling and chewed with his lips.

"Now so many fake money," Judah calmly explained.

"This is money donated by pious people on the temple," said Anna, quickly looking back and even faster than the eyes of Judah his pinkish bald head.

- But not pious people Can you distinguish false from this? Only fraudsters can.

The money received by Judas would not take home, but by going beyond the city, hid them under the stone. And back he returned quietly, heavy and slow steps, like a wounded animal, slowly passing into his dark hole after a cruel and deadly battle. But there was no burden of Judah, and there was a house, and in this house he saw Jesus. Tired, thinning, exhausted by a continuous struggle with the Pharisees, the walls of white, brilliant scientists of the LBs around him everyday in the temple, he sat, pressed his seochu to the rough wall, and, apparently, slept firmly. In the open window flew restless sounds of the city, behind the wall, Peter knocked, knocking down for meals new tableAnd sang a quiet Galilee song - but he did not hear anything and slept calmly and firmly. And it was the one whom they bought for thirty Srebrenikov.

Silently advanced forward. Judas with the delicate care of the mother, who is afraid to wake up his sick child, with the amazement of the beast out of the lair, who suddenly fascinated the white flower, quietly touched his soft hair and drove his hand quickly. Once again touched - and crazy.

- Lord! - He said. - Lord!

And, after going to the place where I went for the need, I cried there for a long time, writhing, wriggling, scratching the nails chest and biting shoulders. I caressed the imaginary hair of Jesus, whispered quietly something gentle and funny and creaked with teeth. Then he suddenly stopped crying, moaning and groping his teeth and thought hard, bowing to the side of a wet face, similar to a person who listens. And so long he stood, heavy, decisive and everything else, as fate itself.

... quietly love, gentle attention, I lacked Judas Unhappy Jesus to these the last days his short life. Shadny and timid, like a girl in her first love, terribly sensitive and insightful, as she, - he guess the slightest unspoken wishes of Jesus, penetrated into the innermost depth of his sensations, fleeting outbreaks of sadness, severe moments of fatigue. And wherever the head of Jesus goes, she met soft, and wherever his eyes turned his eyes, he found pleasant. Previously, Judas did not love Maria Magdalene and other women who were near Jesus, rudely jumped over them and caused minor trouble - now he became their friend, a funny and nervy ally.

With a deep interest, I spoke with them about the little, lovely habits of Jesus, with perseverance to the same, who mysteriously assisted money in his hand, in the very palm, - and they brought Ambra, the fragrant expensive Mirro, so favorite Jesus, and wrapped him legs. I bought himself, desperately trading, expensive wine for Jesus and then very angry, when Peter also drank him with an indifferent of a person who gave meaning only to quantity, and in the rocky of Jerusalem, almost completely devoid of trees, flowers and greens, got out of somewhere young Spring Flowers, green grass and through the same women passed to Jesus.

I myself brought in my arms - the first time in my life - small children, getting them somewhere in the yards or on the street and forcedly kissing them, so as not to cry, and it often happened that something small, black suddenly stunned on his knees , with curly hair and dirty nose and demandingly looking for caress. And while both of them rejoiced at each other. Judas strictly looked aside as a harsh jailer who himself put in the concluded butterfly and now grieves grumbling, complaining of mess.

In the evenings, when, together with dirty, the windows became guarded and anxiety. Iskariot was skillfully imposed a conversation on Galileo, alien to him, but a cute Jesus Galilean, with her quiet water and green shores. And until then he swayed heavier Peter, until they woke up in him the dried memories, and in the bright paintings, where everything was loud, colorfully and thick, did not get up before her eyes and hearing a cute Galilee life. With greedy attention, childish half-open mouth, laughing her eyes in advance, he listened to Jesus his gusty, the voiced, cheerful speech and sometimes she laughed at his jokes, which for a few minutes I had to stop the story. But even better than Peter, John said, he did not have funny and unexpected, but everything became so thoughtful, unusual and beautiful that Jesus had tears in their eyes, and he sighed softly, and Judas pushed in the side of Maria Magdalin and with The delight whispered to her:

- How he tells! Do you hear?

- I hear, of course.

- No, you are better listening. You, women, never know how to listen well.

Then everything quietly diverged to sleep, and Jesus gently and with gratitude kissed John and gently stroked on the shoulder of High Peter.

And without envy, Judas watched Judas with indulgence contempt. What do all these stories mean, these kisses and sighs are compared with what he knows. Judas from cariot, redhead, ugly jew, born among the stones!

One hand betraying Jesus, the other hand of Judas diligently searched to upset his own plans. He did not dissuade Jesus from the last, dangerous journey to Jerusalem, as women did, he was even leaning toward the side of the relatives of Jesus and those of his students who the victory over Jerusalem was thought to be necessary for the full celebration of the case. But he persistently and stubbornly warned about the danger and in living colors portrayed the Grozny hatred of Pharisees to Jesus, their willingness to go for a crime and secretly or clearly to kill the prophet from Galilee. Every day, and every hour he said about it, and there was not one of the believers, which would not stand Judas, raising a threatening finger, and would not say warningly and strictly:

- We need to take care of Jesus! Need to take care of Jesus! Need to get out for Jesus, when it comes at that time.

But the faith of students is unlimited in the wonderful power of their teacher, the consciousness of the rightness of their own or just blinding - the fucking words of Judas met a smile, and the endless advice caused even Ropot. When Judas got from somewhere and brought two swords, only Peter liked this, and only Peter praised swords and Judas, the rest displeased the same:

- Do we have warriors that should be sinking? And is Jesus not a prophet, but a warlord?

- But if they want to kill it?

- They will not dare when they see that the whole people go behind him.

- And if you dare? What then? John spoke disdainfully:

- You might think that only one you, Judas, love the teacher.

And, greedily clutching into these words, not at all offended, Judas began to interrogate the hurry, hotly, with severe perseverance:

- But you love him, right?

And there was not a single believer who came to Jesus, whom he would not ask repeatedly:

- Do you love him? Do you like tight?

And everyone answered that they love.

He often spoke with the Foma and, raising a warningly dry, chain finger with a long and dirty nail, mysteriously warned him:

- Look, Thomas, the terrible time is nearing. Are you ready for him? Why didn't you take a sword that I brought? Thomas invasfully replied:

- We are people unusual for handling weapons. And if we join the fight against Roman warriors, then they will turn us all. In addition, you only brought two swords - what can be done with two swords?

- You can still get. They can be taken away from warriors, - I was impatiently objected Judas, and even a serious thomas smiled through the straight lines, hung mustache:

- Ah, Juda, Judas! And where did you get these? They look like roman soldiers' swords.

- These I stole. You could still steal, but they shouted there, - and I ran away.

Thomas thought and sadly said:

- Again, you did not go, Judas. Why do you destroy?

- But there is no alien!

- Yes, but tomorrow warriors will ask: where are your swords? And, not finding, they will punish them without guilt.

And afterwards, after the death of Jesus, the disciples recalled these conversations of Judas and decided that, together with the teacher, he wanted to destroy them, causing them to an unequal and murderous struggle. And once again cursed the hated name of Judah from Cariot, a traitor.

And angry Judas, after every such conversation, went to women and rushed to them. And the women listened to him. That feminine and gentle, which was in his love for Jesus, brought him closer to them, made it in their eyes simple, understandable, and even beautiful, although still in his handling it was swaying some disregard.

- Are these people? - He bitterly complained about the students, trustingly rushing his blind and still eye on Maria. - This is not people! They have no blood in the veins even on Ool!

"But you always spoke to the badness of people," Mary objected.

- Did I ever talk about people bad? - I was surprised by Judas. - Well, yes, I talked about them bad, but could they not be a little better? Ah, Mary, stupid Maria, why are you not a man and you can not wear a sword!

"He's so hard, I will not raise him," Mary smiled.

- Raise when men are so bad. Did you give Jesus Lilia, which I found in the mountains? I got up early in the morning to find it, and today it was the Red Sun, Maria! Did he gladly be? Did he smiled?

- Yes, he was happy. He said that Galilee smells from the flower.

"And you, of course, didn't tell him that this was Judas, Judas from Cariot.

- You asked not to talk.

"No, no need, of course, no need," Judas sighed. "But you could break through, because women are so chatter." But you did not run, no? Have you been firm? So, so, Maria, you good woman. You know, I have a wife somewhere. Now I would like to look at her: perhaps, she is also a good woman. I do not know. She said: Judah Lg. Judas Simon angry, and I left her. But maybe she and a good woman, you do not know?

- How can I know when I have never seen your wife?

- So, so, Maria. And what do you think, thirty sit-ribmen - is it a big money? Or not, small?

- I think small.

- Of course of course. And how much did you get when was the harlot? Five silver or ten? Have you been dear?

Maria Magdalene blushed and lowered his head, so that lush golden hair completely closed her face: only round and white chin could be seen.

- What are you unkind. Judas! I want to forget about it, and you remember.

- No, Maria, this is not necessary to forget. What for? Let others forget that you were a harlot, and you remember. This is another need to forget as soon as possible, and you do not need. What for?

- After all, this is a sin.

- That is scary, who has not done sin yet. And who has already committed him, - What are they afraid of being afraid of this? Is the dead afraid of death, not alive? And the dead laughs alive and over his fear.

So friendly they sat and chatted for an entire hour - he, already old, dry, ugly, with his bug-wool head and a wildly broken face, she is young, shameful, tender, fascinated by life, as a fairytale, like a dream.

And the time was indifferent, and thirty silver was lying under the stone, and the terribly terrible day of betrayal was neudibly. Jesus already entered in Jerusalem to dance, and, the spreading clothes on his way, welcomed His people enthusiastic shouts:

- Osanna! Hosanna! Grocery in the name of the Lord! And so great there was a glory, so the love of the love rushed into his shouts that Jesus cried, and his students said proudly:

- Is it not my son of God with us? And they themselves shouted the triumphantly:

- Osanna! Hosanna! Grocery in the name of the Lord! That evening, I did not go to sleep for a long time, remembering a solemn and joyful meeting, and Peter was like a crazy, as an obsessed with a demon of merry and pride. He shouted, drowning all the speeches with his lion rod, laughed, throwing his laughter on his heads, like round, big stones, kissed John, kissed Jacob and even kissed Judas. And I confessed noisy that he was very afraid of Jesus, and now nothing is afraid, because he saw the love of the people to Jesus. Surprised, quickly moving the living and dormant eye, watched on the sides of the Iskariot, wondered and listened and looked and looked, then I took the side of the foma and, exactly pinning him to the wall with his sharp look, asked in bewilderment, fear and some vague hope:

- Thomas! And what if he is right? If he has stones under his feet, and I have a sand - sand only? What then?
- Who are you talking about? - Toma inquired.

- How then is Judas from cariot? Then I myself must suffer it to make the truth.

Who deceives Judah: You or the Judas himself? Who deceives Judas? Who!

- I do not understand you. Judas. You say very incomprehensible. Who deceives Judas? Who is right?

And, shaking his head. Judas repeated how echo:

And on the other another day, in how I raised Judas with a hand with a thumb, as he looked at the foma, sounded all the same strange question:

- Who deceives Judas? Who is right?

And even more surprised and even disturbed Thomas, when suddenly I had a loud and as if Juda's joyful voice:

- Then there will be no Judah from Cariot. Then there will be no Jesus. Then it will be ... Thomas, stupid froms! Would you ever wanted to take the earth and raise it? And maybe quit later.

- It's impossible. What are you saying. Judas!

"This is possible," Czariot said convinced. "And we will raise her ever when you sleep, stupid from." Sleep! I am fun, Thomas! When you sleep, you have a Galilee Swirl in your nose. Sleep!

But the believers were already separated from Jerusalem and disappeared into houses, behind the walls, and the faces of the oncoming people were migrated. Rejection went out. And already vague rumors about danger crawled into some kind of cracks, I tried the gloomy Peter presented to him by Juda's sword. And everything is sad and streames the face of the teacher. So quickly ran and inexorably climbed the terrible day of betrayal. Here, the last evening, full sadness And the vague fear, and the unclear words of Jesus about someone who betrayed him was already sounded.

- Do you know who will betray him? - asked Thomas, looking at the Judea with his straight and clear, almost transparent eyes.

"Yes, I know," Judas replied, harsh and decisive. "You, Thomas, betray him." But he himself does not believe what he says! It's time! It's time! Why doesn't he call to himself strong, beautiful Judas?

... no longer days, and short, quickly flying hours measured inexorable time. And there was evening, and the evening silence was, and the long shadows went on the ground - the first sharp arrows of the coming night of a great battle, when the sad and stern voice sounded. He said:

- Do you know where I go, Lord? I go to betray you in the hands of your enemies.

And there was a long silence, silence of the evening and sharp, black shadows.

- Are you silent, Lord? Do you order me to go? And again silence.

- Let me stay. But you can't? Or do not dare? Or do not want?

And again silence, huge, as the eyes of eternity.

"But you know that I love you." You know everything. Why do you look at the Jude? Veliky mystery of your beautiful eyes, but is mine - less? Left to stay! .. But are you silent, are you all silent? Lord, Lord, whether in longing and flour I was looking for you all my life, I was looking for and found! Free me. Remove the severity, she is heavy mountains and lead. Don't you hear how the chest of Judah is cracked from a cariot?

And the last silence, bottomless, as the last look of eternity.

Even the evening silence did not wake up, she did not shone and she did not cry and did not side with a quiet ringing of her thin glass - the noise of removing steps was so weak. Conversals and Smallkley. And the evening silence thought, stretched out with long shadows, darkened - and suddenly he sighs all the rustling of shovels of the leaf, sighed and froze, meeting the night.

They shook out, slammed other voices - exactly unleashed someone's bag with alive ringing voices, and they got from there to the ground, one by one, two, a whole bunch. This was told students. And, covering them all, knocking on the trees, about the wall, falling on himself, thundered the decisive and domineering voice of Peter - he swore, that he would never leave his teacher.

- Lord! - He said with the Tuscia and anger. - Lord! With you, I am ready to go to the dungeon and to death.

And quietly, as a soft echo of someone's successful steps, sounded a merciless answer:

- I tell you, Peter, does not make a rooster today, how you will renounce me three times.

Moon got up when Jesus was going to go to Mount Eleonskaya, where he spent everything latest nights their. But he did not clearly slow down, and students, ready to touch him, hurried him, then he said suddenly:

- Who has a bag, he take him, also a souma, and who has no, sell his clothes and buy a sword. For I tell you what should be fulfilled on me and this written: "And to the villains, it is concluded."

The disciples were surprised and looked at each other with embarrassment. Peter answered:

- Lord! Here are two swords.

He looked at their good faces, lowered his head and said quietly:

- pretty.

The balls of the walking steps were given in the narrow streets - and the disciples of the sound of their steps, on the white wall, illuminated by the Loon, they crossed their black shadows - and they were grown up. So silently they passed along the sleeping Jerusalem, and now they have come out for the gate of the city, and in deep hollow, full of mysteriously motionless shadows, opened by the Kedron Stream. Now they scarecrow everything.

The quiet murmur and the water splash on the stones seemed to them by the voices of the sneaking people, the ugly shadows of the rocks and trees, which broocked the road, worried their motley, and their night immobility seemed to move. But, as they climbed into the mountain and approached the Gethsemane Garden, where in safety and silence had already spent so many nights, they made a bolder. Occasionally looking at the White Under the Luna left by Jerusalem, they spoke together about the last fear, and those that went from behind, heard fragmentary quiet words of Jesus. That everyone leaves him, he said.

In the garden, at the beginning of him, they stopped. Most remained in place and a quiet speech began to prepare for sleep, spreading raincoats in transparent lace of shadows and lunar light. Jesus, Tommy concern, and four of his nearest disciples went on, in the depths of the garden. They sat on the ground that did not cooled from the day heat, and, while Jesus was silent, Peter and John lazyly shoved in words, almost deprived of meaning. Yawning from fatigue, they talked about how cold night, and about how expensive meat in Jerusalem, the fish can not be enough. I tried to determine the number of pilgrims who gathered for the holiday in the city, and Peter, the loud yawn stretching words, said that twenty thousand, and John and his brother Jacob assured the same lazy that no more than ten. Suddenly Jesus quickly rose.

- My soul is mournful. Stay here and awake, "he said and quick steps retired and soon disappeared into the stillness of shadows and light.

- Where is he going? Said John, raising his elbow.

Peter turned his head after the departed and tall answered:

- I do not know.

And, once again, the yawn loudly, overturned onto the back and quiet. Digitly the rest, and strong sleep of healthy fatigue covered their fixed bodies. Through the heavy Drema Peter saw vaguely, something white, leaning over him, and someone's voice sounded and went out, not leaving the trace in his praised consciousness.

- Simon, are you sleeping?

- So if one hour could you wake up with me?

"Ah, Lord, if you knew how I want to sleep," he thought in half, but it seemed to him that he said it loudly. And again he fell asleep, and a lot as if time passed when the figure of Jesus suddenly rose, and a loud buddy voice instantly sled him and the rest:

- Are you still sleeping and revealing? It is over, an hour came - here is the Son of Human in the hands of sinners.

The disciples quickly jumped on their feet, confusedly grabbing their rains and tremble from the cold awakening cold. Throwing the trees, illuminating them with the lights of the torches, with a trap and noise, in the clad of weapons and crunch breaking branches, the crowd of soldiers and servants of the temple approached. And on the other hand, the pupils with frightened, snagged individuals were resorted from the cold, without understanding what was hurried:

- What is it? What are these people with torches? Pale Thomas, with a straight mustache, Zyabko shoved his teeth and spoke Peter:

- Apparently, it came for us.

Here, the crowd of warriors surrounded them, and the smoky, the alarming glitter of the lights drove somewhere on the sides and up the silent radiance of the moon. Ahead of warriors hurriedly moving Judas from Cariot and, sharply sparkling his alive eye, I wanted Jesus. Found it, for a moment he stopped at his high, thin figure and quickly whispering the ministers:

- Who I am a kiss, he is. Take it and take carefully. But only carefully, did you hear?

Then quickly moved to Jesus, who was silent that was silent, and immersed like a knife, his straight and sharp look into his calm, darkened eyes.
- Rejoice, Rabbi! - He said loudly, putting a strange and terrible meaning in the words of the usual greeting.

But Jesus was silent, and with horror she looked at the traitor to the disciples, not understanding how much an evil could accommodate the soul of man. Quickly glanced the Iskariot of their torphrid rows, noticed the thrill, ready to move into the loud shudder of the fright, noticed the pallor, meaningless smiles, the sluggish movements of the hands, exactly the iron from the forearm, - and he lit in his heart to death, similar to that This is Christ. Sticking up in a hundred loudly linking, sobbing strings, he quickly rushed to Jesus and gently kissed his cold cheek. So quietly, so gently, with such painful love and longing, that, be Jesus a flower on a thin stem, he would not kill him with this kisses and pearl dew would not get lit with clean petals.

"Judas," said Jesus and the lightning of his gaze lit up the monstrous pile of the alerted shadows, which was a soul of Iskariot, - but it could not penetrate her in the bottomless depth .- Juda! Is the kissing of the Son of Human?

And I saw how the whole monstrous chaos came into motion. Silent and strict, as death in his proud magnitude, stood Judas from Cariot, and inside it all the wall, thundered and tired by the thousand fighter and fiery votes:

"Yes! We bring you to the kissing of love. We betray you for the purpose of love, for the torture, to death! We squilt the voice of love with the parlars from the dark holes and put the cross - and we raise the crucified love on the cross with the cross. "

So I stood Judas, silent and cold, like death, and the shout of his souls answered the screams and the noise rising around Jesus. With the coarse indecisiveness of the armed force, with the awkwardness of a vaguely understood goal already enough for the hands of soldiers and dragged somewhere, their indecision taking over the resistance, his fear is behind the mockery over them and mockery. As a handful of frightened lambs, students were crowded, not preventing anything without anything, but everyone interferes - and even to themselves, and only a few were solved to walk and act separately from others.

Pushed from all sides, Peter Simonov with difficulty, accurately losing all his strength, extracted the sword from the sheath and weakly, slammed his head on the head of one of the servants, "but no harm caused. And this Jesus ordered it to quit an unnecessary sword, and, weakly zinking, fell under the feet of iron, so apparently devoid of his stinging and killing power that it did not occur to anyone to raise him. So it was lying under his feet, and many days later found him in the same place playing children and made it with their fun.

The soldiers had a silent student, and they gathered again and stupidly climbed under their feet, and it lasted until the soldiers had a contemptuous rage. Here is one of them, by entering the eyebrows, moved to the screaming John, the other rudely, who was convinced of his shoulder, and a huge fist was raised to the most straight and transparent eyes, and the John ran, and Foma ran Jacob, and all the disciples, how many they were here, leaving Jesus, fled. Losing raincoats, hovering about the trees, bumping into the stones and falling, they fled to the mountains, persecuted by fear, and in the silence of the Moon Night, the land was bellished under the trap of numerous legs. Someone unknown, apparently just standing out of bed, for he was covered with only one blanket, excitedly again in the crowd of warriors and servants. But when he wanted to delay and grabbed the blanket, he cried out frightened and rushed to run, like others, leaving her clothes in the hands of soldiers. So completely naked he ran with desperate jumps, and his naked body was strangely flashed under the Lona.

When Jesus grew, came out of the trees, the attached Peter and sent to the teacher in the distance. And, after seeing an in front of another person, silently, thought it was John, and quietly called him:

- John, are you?

- Ah, are you, Peter? - He answered, stopping, and Petr's voice acknowledged a traitor in him. "Why didn't you, Peter, did not escape with others?"

Peter stopped and said with disgust:

- Get away from me, Satan!

Judas laughed and, not paying more attention to Peter, went further, where the torches and clanging of weapons were smoking with a distinct sound of steps. He moved carefully behind him and Peter, and so almost simultaneously they entered into the courtyard of the high priest and intervened in the crowd of servants, fucking from the fire. Moorry warmed his bony hands of Judas over fire and heard how somewhere, Peter spoke loudly:

- No, I do not know him.

But there, obviously, insisted that he was from Jesus's students, because Alto Peter repeated:

- Yes, no, I do not understand what you are saying! Without looking around and reluctantly smiling. Judas woven an affirmative head and muttered:

- So, so, Peter! Nobody give up your place near Jesus!

And he did not see how the frightened Peter left the courtyard so as not to appear more. And from this evening, before the death of Jesus, Judas did not see him near him, not one of the students, and among the whole crowd there were only two, inseparable to death, wildly connected with the generality of suffering, - the one who was betrayed on cropping and flour, and that who betrayed him. From one cup of suffering, as brothers, they drank both, devotee and traitor, and the fiery moisture equally looked clean and unclean mouth.

Persistently looking at the fire of a fire that filling his eyes with a feeling of heat, stretching to the fire long shevilyes, all shapeless in the confusion of hands and legs, trembling shadows and light. Iskariot mumbled complaints and hoarsely:

- So cold! My God, how cold! So, it is likely that a fisherman leaving at night, leaving the smoldering fire on the shore, something is getting out of the dark depth of the sea, crawling towards the fire, looking at him intently and wildly, stretches to him with all his members and mutters complaints and hoarsely:

- So cold! My God, how cold!

Suddenly, for his back, Judas heard an explosion of loud votes, screams and laughter of soldiers, full of familiar, sleepily greedy malice, and whiskers, short blows on a living body. Wrapped, permeated instant patient of the whole body, all bones, - it was beaten by Jesus.

So here it is!

I saw the soldiers to take Jesus to her guard. The night passed, hussing the bonfires and covered with ashes, and from Karaulni, they were still deaf cries, laughter and curses. It beat Jesus. Accurately lost. Iskariot flagelly ran in an anti-flavored courtyard, stopped with a scatter, raised his head and fled again, sacrificed in surprise on fires, on the walls. Then he sticking to the Wall of Karaulni and, stretching, sanking to the window, to the slots of the door and greedily looked at what was being done there. I saw a cramped, stuffy room, dirty, like all the guard in the world, with inlets and so-soared, stained with the walls, and were lying on them.

And saw a man who beat. He was hit by the face, on the head, moved like a soft bale, from one end to another, and since he did not shout and did not resist, then minutes, after tense looking, really began to appear that this is not a living person, but what That is a soft doll, without bones and blood. And she was strange as a doll, and when the head hit his head on the floor, then there was no impression of the impact of the hardness of solid, and all the same soft, painless.

And when to look for a long time, it became like some endless, strange game - sometimes to full almost deception. After one strong push, a person, or a doll, descended by a smooth movement on his knees to a sitting soldier, he, in turn, pushed himself, and it, turning over, village for the next, and so else. Strong laughter rose, and Judas also smiled - exactly someone's strong hand with iron fingers spoken his mouth. It was deceived by the mouth of Judah.

The night stretched, and the fires still telles. Judas got off from the wall and slowly pried to one of the fires, excavated the coal, corrected it, and although the cold now did not feel, stretched out of the fire slightly trembling hands. And felt sadly:

- Oh, hurt, very painful, my son, son, son. It hurts, very painful, then again went to the window, yellowing misty fire in the slot of the black lattice, and again began to look like Jesus beat. Once before the oldest Judah flashed his darkness, now the disfigured face in more often of the lungs. This is someone's hand dug into this hair, pushed a person and, evenly turning his head on one side to another, became the face to wipe the gluable floor. A soldier slept under the very window, opening his mouth with white shiny teeth, this is someone's wide back with a thick, naked neck tanned the window, and nothing else can be seen. And suddenly it became quiet.

What is it? Why are they silent? Suddenly they guessed?

Instantly the entire head of Judah, in all parts of his own, is filled with a hum, cry, a roar of thousands of whisching thoughts. Did they guessed? They realized that this is the most best person? - It's so simple, so clear. What is there now? They stand in front of his knees and cry quietly, kissing his legs. It turns out here, and behind him are submissive, it goes here, to Judas, it turns out the winner, her husband, the Lord of the truth, God ...

- Who deceives Judas? Who is right?

But no. Creek again and noise. Beat again. I did not understand, they did not guessed and hit even more, it was still painful. And the fires in the way, covering ashes, and the smoke above them is also transparently blue as the air, and the sky is as light as the moon. It comes day.

- What is the day? - asks Judas.
That's all caught fire, climbed, rarely, and smoke at the top no longer blue, but pink. It rises the sun.

- What is the sun? - asks Judas.

On the Judea showed her fingers, and some contemptuously, others were told with hatred and fear:

- See: This is Judas Traitor!

It has already begun a shameful glory of him, which is obedient. Thousands of years will pass, the peoples will replace the peoples, and in the air will still sound the words spoken with contempt and fear of good and evil:

- Judas Traitor ... Judas Traitor!

But he was indifferent to what they talked about him, absorbed by the feeling of all-facing burning curiosity. Since the morning, when they brought out of the guard of the beaten Jesus, Judas walked behind him and somehow did not feel strangely for me, nor pain nor joy - one of the invincible desire to see everything and hear everything. Although he did not sleep all night, but his body felt light when he was not missing forward, he was touched, he wrapped the people with the jerseys and agrees to her first place, and not a minute left for his living and quick eyes alone. Under the interrogation of Jesus Kaiafa, so as not to miss a single word, he looked out his ear with his ear and stunted his head, mumbling:

- So! So! You hear, Jesus!

But he was not free - like a fly, tied on a thread: she flies here and here, but no one for one minute leaves her obedient and stubborn thread. Some stone thoughts lay in the back of the Judah, and he was tied to them hard, he didn't know what it was for thought, did not want to touch them, but he felt constantly. And the minutes they suddenly came to him, they were walking, they began to press everything with his unimaginable weight - exactly the arch of the stone cave slowly and terribly descended on his head. Then he grabbed his heart for his heart, tried to move the whole, like choking, and was in a hurry to translate his eyes to a new place, even for a new place. When Jesus was taken from Caiafa, he met his tired gaze very closely and, somehow not giving a report, he nodded his head several times.

- I'm here, son, here! - he mumbled hurriedly and with anger pushed in his back some nerd, standing on his way. Now, a huge, shouting crowd, all moved to Pilate, on the last interrogation and the court, and with the same unbearable curiosity of Judas quickly and greedily looked at the persons all the arriving people. Many were completely unfamiliar, they never saw Judas, but they met those who shouted Jesus: "Osaned!" - And with each step, the number of them as if agreed.

"So-so! - I quickly thought Judas, and his head turned himself, like drunk. - Everything is over. Now they will shout: this is our, this is Jesus, what are you doing? And everyone will understand and ... "

But the believers went silently. Some pretended to smile, pretending that all this does not concern them, other something else was talked, but in the gole of the movements, in the loud and sinking shouts of the enemies of Jesus, without a trace of their quiet voices. And again it became easy. Suddenly, Judas noticed a cautious foma cautiously, and, who quickly invented, wanted to come to him. At the sight of the traitor, the thoma was frightened and wanted to hide, but in a narrow, dirty street, between the two walls, Judas caught him.

- Thomas! Yes, wait!

Thomas stopped and stretching both hands forward, solemnly said:

- Get away from me, Satan. Iskariot impatiently waved his hand.

- What are you stupid, Thomas, I thought you were smarter than others. Satan! Satan! After all, it must be proved. Holding his hands, Foma asked in surprise:

- But didn't you betray the teacher? I myself saw how you brought warriors and pointed it to Jesus. If this is not a betrayal, then what then betrayal?

- Other, Other, - Judas said hastily. - Listen, you are a lot of here. It is necessary that you all come together and loudly demanded: give Jesus, he is our. You will not refuse, do not dare. They will understand ...

- What are you! What are you, - resolutely dismissed the hands of Thomas, "didn't you see how many armed soldiers and servants of the temple here. And then the ships were not yet, and we should not prevent the court. Doesn't he understand that Jesus is innocent, and does not immediately release him.

- Do you think so too? - I thoughtfully asked Judas. - Thomas, Thomas, but if this is true? What then? Who is right? Who deceived Judas?

- Today we talked all night and decided: the court cannot condemn innocent. If he condemns ...

- Well! - Topied Isariot.

- ... that is not a court. And they will also have to be bad when it will be necessary to give an answer to a real judgment.

- Before the real! There is still a real! - laughed Judas.

- And all our cursed you, but since you say that you are not a traitor, then I think you should judge ...

Understood, Judas turned cool and quickly rushed down the street, following the removing crowd. But soon slowed down the steps and went slowly, thinking that when there was a lot of people, they always go slowly, and the lonely coming would certainly hesitate them.

When Pilate brought Jesus from his palace and put it before the people. Judas, pressed against the column with heavy spins of a soldier, violently tossing his head to consider anything between the two shine helmets, suddenly felt that now everything is over. Under the sun, high above the heads of the crowd, he saw Jesus, bloody, pale, in a terns of the crown, the episodes with his forehead, he stood at the edge of the elevation, visible from his head to little tanned legs, and so calmly waited, was so clear in Its impossible and purity, that only blind, which does not see the sun itself, would not see this, only the madman would not understand. And the people were silent - so quietly was that I heard Judas, how the soldiers standing ahead and with every breath somewhere sorrows the belt on his body.

"So. Everything is over. Now they will understand, "thought Judas, and suddenly something strange, similar to the dazzling joy of falling with infinitely high mountain In the blue shining abyss, stopped his heart.

Contemptuously pulling the lips down, to the round shaved chin, the pilat throws into the crowd dry, short words - so the bones are thrown into a flock of hungry dogs, thinking to fool their thirst for fresh blood and lively fluttering meat:

- You led me a man of this, as corrupting people, and here I explored and did not find a person of this guilty of anything that you blame him ...

Judas closed his eyes. Wait. And the whole people shouted, screamed, overlap for a thousand animal and human voices:

- Death to him! Cutting it! Cutting it!

And here, accurately mumming over himself, exactly in one mig want to experience all the infinity of falling, madness and shame, the same people scream, crying, requires thousands of animal and human voices:

- Waving to let us go! His cut! Cutton!

But after all, the Roman did not say his decisive words: the convictions of disgust and anger run on his shamded handy. He understands, he understood! Here he speaks quietly to his ministers, but his voice is not heard in the roar of the crowd. What he says? Tell them to take swords and hit these madmen?

- Bring water.

Water? What water? What for?

So he washes his hands - for some reason, his whites wash his white, pure, decorated with rings - and viciously shouts, raising them, surprised by silent people:

- I am unhappy in the blood of the righteous of this. See you!

It is still rolling from the fingers to the marble plates, when something gently is melted at the feet of Pilate, and the hot, sharp lips kiss his powerless hand - they are embarrassed to her, like a tentacle, pull blood, almost biting. With disgust and fear, he looks down - sees a big wriggling body, wildly dying face and two huge eyes, so strangely unlike each other, as if not one being, and many of them cling to his legs and hands. And hears a poisonous whisper, intermittent, hot:

"You're wise! .. You are noble! .. You're wise, wise! .. And such a truly satanic joy is burning this wild face that it pushes his pilate with a cry, and Judas falls. And, lying on the stone slabs, similar to the overturned devil, he still stretches his hand to the outgoing pilot and shouts as passionately in love:

- You wise! You wise! You are noble!

Then it rises promptly and runs, accompanied by the laughter of soldiers. After all, not all is over. When they see the cross when they see nails, they can understand, and then ... what then? He sees a glimpse of a swipe pale foma and for some reason, she calmly nodding his head, catches Jesus, led by the execution. Go hard, small stones roll under their feet, and suddenly Judas feels that he is tired. All goes into care that it is better to put a leg, dim looks around and sees the crying Mary Magdalene, sees many crying women - loose hair, red eyes, curved in the mouth, - all the immense sadness of the delicate female soul, given to the crop. Revived suddenly and, having imagined a moment, runs up to Jesus:

"I am with you," he whispers hurriedly.

The soldiers distinguish with his beatichi blows, and, wriggling to slip away from the blows, showing the soldiers clapped teeth, he explains hatering:

- I'm with you. There. You understand, there!

Wipes blood from her face and threatens with a fist with a soldier who turns around, laughing, and shows it to others. It is looking for for some reason foma - but neither it nor a single disciple in the crowd of seekers. It feels fatigue and hard moves the legs, carefully looking at sharp, white, scattering pebbles.

... when the hammer was raised to nourge the left hand of Jesus, Judas closed his eyes and did not breathe it, I didn't see it, I didn't live, but I just listened. But with a gnish, iron about iron, and once with a stupid, short, low blows, - heard, as an acute nail in a soft tree enters the particles ...

One hand. Not too late.

Other hand. Not too late.

Leg, another leg - really all over? He hesitantly reveals his eyes and sees how rises, swinging, cross and installed in the pit. He sees how, intensely shuddering, painfully the hands of Jesus are pulled out, wounds expand - and suddenly leaves under the fins of the abandoned belly. Stretch, stretch hands, become thin, whiten, twisted in the shoulders, and wounds under the nails blush, crawl - they will break around now ... No, stopped. Everything stopped. Only go ribs raised by short, deep breathing.

The cross is racing the cross on the dark states - and on it crucified Jesus. The horror and the dreams of Iskariota were worn out, - he rises from his knees, on which she stood for some reason, and coldly looks around. So looks at the harsh winner, who has already decided to betray all the destruction and death in his heart and for the last time it is going to see a stranger and rich city, still alive and noisy, but already a ghostly under the cold hand. And suddenly it is also clear how his terrible victory, he sees the Iskariot of her sinister sharpness. What if they understand? Not too late. Jesus is still alive. Won looks at me by calling eyes ...

What can keep a thin film with a break, covered the eyes of people, so thin that it seems to be at all? Suddenly - will they understand? Suddenly, I will all terrify a lot of men, women and children, they will move forward, silently, without a scream, will erase the soldiers, they will catch their ears with his own blood, cut out the damned cross and the hands of the survivors highly over the darkness of the earth will raise a free Jesus! Hosanna! Hosanna!

Hosanna? No, Iuda will be better lying on the ground. No, better, lying on the ground and lady's teeth, like a dog, he will look out for and wait until all those are raised. But what happened with time? It almost stops, so I want to shove him with his hands, beat the legs, whip, as a lazy donkey, then it's crazy with some mountain and captures breathing, and hands are in vain looking for supports. Won cries Maria Magdalene. Won crying the mother of Jesus. Let cry. Does now have anything of her tears, tears of all mothers, all women in the world!

- What are the tears? - Asks Judas and pushes a still time, hits his fists, curses like a slave. It is someone else and because it is so naughty. Oh, if it belonged to Judas, - but it belongs to all this crying, laughing, chatting, as in the bazaar, it belongs to the Sun, it belongs to the Cross and the heart of Jesus, dying so slowly.

What a pious heart from Judah! He keeps his hand, and it shouts "Osaned!" So loud that everyone will hear. He presses him to the ground, and it shouts: "Osaned, Osaned!" "As a bolt, who spreads holy secrets on the street ... Silent!" Sickie!

Suddenly a loud, broken crying, deaf screams, hasty movement to the cross. What is it? Understood?

No, Jesus dies. And it may be? Yes, Jesus dies. Pale hands are still, but short convulsions run on his chest and legs. And it may be? Yes, dies. Breathing less often. Stopped ... no, even sigh, still on Earth Jesus. And further? No ... no ... no ... Jesus died.

Happened. Hosanna! Hosanna!

Horror and dreams were performed. Who will break up now victory from Israariot's hands? Happened. Let all nations that are on Earth are glad to Golgotha \u200b\u200band creep over their sip: "Osaned, Osanna!" - And the sea of \u200b\u200bblood and the tears will swear to the foot - they will find only a shameful cross and dead Jesus.

Quietly and cold Iskariot looks around the deceased, stops on a moment with a look at the cheek, which he still kissed him a farewell kiss, and slowly moves away. Now all the time belongs to him, and it goes leisurely, now the whole land belongs to him, and he steps firmly, as a lord, like a king, like one who is infinitely and joyful in this world of lones. Issues the mother of Jesus and says her stern:

- Are you crying, mother? Cry, cry, and long will still cry with you all the Mothers of Earth. Dotole, until we come together with Jesus and do not destroy death.

What is he - mad or mocks, this traitor? But he is serious, and his face is strictly, and in the insane atmosphere, his eyes do not run as before. Here he stops and with cold attention inspects a new, small land. Little she became, and he feels all her under his feet, looking at the little mountains, quietly red in the last rays of the sun, and the mountain feels under their feet, looks at the sky, widely opened his blue mouth, looks at the round sun, unsuccessfully trying to burn And blinded, - and the sky and the sun feels under their legs. Infinitely and joyfully lonely, he proudly felt the powerlessness of all the forces operating in the world, and all threw them into the abyss.

Happened.

An old deceiver, passing, flattering smiling, causing infinitely, appeared before Sedririon Judas from Cariot - a traitor. It was the next day after the murder of Jesus, around noon. There were all of them, his judges and murderers: And the elderly Anna with her sons, fat and disgusting seals of the Father, and wasted by the ambition of Kaiaf, son-in-law, and all other members of the Sanhedrin, who had stolen their names for human memory - rich and noble Sadducei, proud The power of his own and knowledge of the law. Silently met the traitor, and their arrogant persons remained still: as if nothing was included. And even the smallest of them and insignificant, on which others did not pay attention, raised his bird's face up and looked as if he did not enter anything. Judas bowed, bowed, bowed, and they looked and silent: as if not a person entered, but only crawled an unclean insect, which was not visible. But not such a man of Judas from Cariot, to confuse: they were silent, and he bowed himself and thought that if he had to have, then before the evening he would bow. Finally, impatient Caiaf asked:

- What do you need?

Judas bowed again and said loudly:

"This is me, Juda from Cariot, the one that I betrayed Jesus Nazarea."

- So what? You got yours. Stay! - ordered Anna, but Judas as if did not hear the orders and continued to bow. And, looking at him, Kaiaf asked Anna:

- How much did it give him?

- Thirty silverings.

Kaiafa grinned, grinned himself and the hedgehogo Anna himself, and a cheerful smile slipped on all arrogants, and the one that had a bird's face, even laughed. And, noticeably palena, quickly picked up Judas:

- So-so. Of course, very little, but is Juda dissatisfied, is Judas shouting that he was robbed? He is pleased. Isn't it a holy case? Saint. Doesn't the wisest people listen to Judas now and think: he is ours, Judas from Cariot, he is our brother, our friend. Judas from Cariot, traitor? Is Anna do not want to be kneeling and kiss the Judah's hand? But only Judas will not give, he is a coward, he is afraid that his bite.

Kaiafa said:

- Uponate this dog. What is he barking?

- Go from here. We do not have time to listen to your chatter, "Anna said indifferently.

Judas straightened and closed his eyes. That pretense, which he worn so easily all his life, suddenly became an unbearable burden, and he dropped him in one movement. And when she looked at Anna again, he was just simple, and straight, and terrible in his naked truthfulness. But they did not pay attention to it.

- Do you want you to be kicked out sticks? - shouted Caiafa.

Touching under the weight of the terrible words, which he raised everything above and above, to throw them out of there on the head of judges, Judas hoarsely asked:

- And you know ... You know ... Who was he - the one he was condemned and crucified yesterday?

- We know. Stay!

In short, he will break up now that thin film that she covers their eyes, - and the whole earth thrown under the severity of merciless truth! They had a soul - they will lose her, they had life - they would lose their lives, they had light in front of the eyes - the eternal darkness and horror would cover them. Hosanna! Hosanna!

And here they are, these terrible words, tearing throat:

- He was not a deceiver. He was innocent and clean. You hear? Judas deceived you. He betrayed you innocent. Wait. And hears indifferent, senile voice Anna:

- And that's all you wanted to say?

"It seems you did not understand me," says Judas with dignity, Palena. "Juda deceived you." He was Nevinen. You killed innocent.

The one whose bird's face is smiling, but Anna is indifferent, Anna is bored, Anna yawns. And yaws after him Caiaf and says tired:

- What did Juda from Cariot told me about the mind? It's just a fool, a very boring fool.

- What! - Screaming Judas, all pouring dark rabies. - And who are you smart! Judas deceived you - you hear! He did not betray him, but you, wise, you, strong, betrayed a shameful death, which will not end forever. Thirty Silvernikov! So-so. But this is the price of your blood, dirty, like those helping that women pour out their homes. Ah, Anna, old, gray, stupid Anna, who heard the law, - Why didn't you give one silver, one obtance more! After all, at this price you will go forever!

- Won! - shouted the bridged Caiaf. But Anna stopped his hand movement and still as indifferently asked Judas:

- That's it?

"After all, if I go to the desert and screaming beasts: Beasts, you heard, how much did the people of their Jesus appreciate, what will be the beasts? They will get out of the lair, they will conquer from anger, they will forget their fear of man and everyone will come here to devour you! If I say the sea: the sea, you know, how many people appreciate their Jesus? If I say the mountains: Mountains, you know, what time do people appreciate Jesus? And the sea and the mountains will leave their places defined by the Ivos, and come here, and fall on your heads!

- Does Judas want to become a prophet? He says so loud! - she mockingly noticed the one who had a bird's face, and looking at Caiaufu.

- Today I saw the pale sun. It looked with horror on the ground and said: Where is the person? Today I saw scorpion. He sat on the stone and laughed and said: Where is the person? I approached close and looked into his eyes. And he laughed and said: where is the person, tell me, I do not see! Or landing Judas, poor Judah from cariot!

And Iskariot sharpened loudly. He was at these moments like the insane, and Kaiaf, turning away, contemptuously waved his hand. Anna thought a little and said:

"I see Judas that you really got a little, and it cares you." Here is another money, take and give your children.

He threw something that zinking sharply. And it is not yet silent, this sound, as another, similar, strangely continued him: This is Judas Handstooth threw silverings and oblaves in the face of the High Priest and Judges, returning the fee for Jesus. The coins flew crookedly kickefully, getting into the face, on the table, rolling on the floor. Some of the judges were closed by their hands, palms outside, others, jumped from the places, shouted and screamed. Judas, trying to get to Anna, threw the last coin, followed by a long time in a bag of his trembling hand, spat angry and came out.

- So-so! - he mumbled, quickly passing through the streets and scaring children. - You seem to cry. Judas? Is it really the rights of Caiaf, saying that stupid Judas from Cariot? Who is crying on the day of the Great Revenge, that inadequate it - if you know it. Judas? Do not let your eyes deceive you, do not let your heart lie, do not flood the fire with tears, Judas from cariot!

Pupils of Jesus were sitting in sad silence and listened to what was being done outside the house. There was still a danger that the revenge of the enemies of Jesus would not be limited to them by one, and everyone was waiting for the invasion of the Guardians and, perhaps, new executions. Near John, who, as a beloved disciple of Jesus, was particularly difficult to death him, Mary Magdalene and Matthew and in a low voice comforted him. Maria, whose face swollen from tears, quietly stroked his lush wavy hair, Matthew said in the words of Solomon:

- Long-sensitive is better than brave, and owning the best conqueror of the city.

At this instant, she slammed the door loudly, Judas Icyariot entered. Everyone was frightened and at first did not even understand who it was, and when they saw a hated face and a red-haired buggy head, then raised a cry. Peter lifted both hands and shouted:

- Get out of here! Traitor! Leave, otherwise I will kill you! But it was better in the face and eyes of the traitor and Smallkley, whispering frightened:

- Leave! Leave it! Satan instilled in him. Waving silence, Judas exclaimed loudly:

- Rejoice, the eyes of Judah from Cariot! You have seen cold killers now - and now the cowardly traitors before you! Where is Jesus? I ask you: Where is Jesus?

- You know yourself. Judas that our teachers were crucified last night.

- How did you let it? Where was your love? You, favorite student, are you - the stone, where were you when you painted your friend on the tree?

"What could we do, assured themselves," Thoma spread his hands.

- You ask this, Thomas? So-so! - bowed the head of the Naboka Judas from Cariot and suddenly angry collapsed: - Who loves, he does not ask what to do! He goes and does everything. He cries, he bites, he stifles the enemy and breaks his bones! Who loves! When your son is drowning, do you go to the city and ask passersby: "What should I do? My son is drowning! " - And you do not rush to the water yourself and are not silent next to the son. Who loves!

Peter Khmuro replied to Judah's frantic speech:

- I bared the sword, but he himself said - no need.

- Do not? And you obeyed? - Iskariot laughed. - Peter, Peter, can you listen to him! Does he understand something in people in the struggle!

- Who will not obey him, he goes to Geenna fiery.

- Why didn't you go? Why didn't you go, Peter? Geenna Fire - What is Geenna? Well, let you go - why do you need a soul if you don't dare to throw her into the fire when you want!

- Silence! - John shouted, rising. - He himself wanted this sacrifice. And the victim is beautiful!

- Is there a wonderful victim, what are you talking about, favorite student? Where the victim, there and the executioner, and traitors there! The victim is suffering for one and shame for everyone. Traitors, traitors, what did you do with the earth? Now they look at it on top and bottom and laugh and shout: Look at this earth, they crucified Jesus! And they spit on it - like me! Judas angry spat on the ground.

- He took the whole sin of people. His victim is beautiful! - Ioannes insisted.

- No, you took the whole sin. Favorite student! Doesn't the genus of traitors begin from you, the breed of unwell and liars? Slepts, what did you do with the earth? You wanted to destroy her, you will soon kiss the cross on which you crucified Jesus! So, so - kiss the cross promises to you Judas!

- Judas, do not insult! - Around Peter, Baghrovoye. - How could we kill all your enemies? There are so many of them!

- And you, Peter! - Ioann exclaimed with anger. "Don't you see that Satan instilled in him?" Get away from us, tempter. You are full of lies! The teacher did not told killing.

"But did he forbade you and die?" Why are you alive when he is dead? Why do your legs go, your tongue chatting crap, your eyes blink when it is dead, immovable, shamedless? How do you dare to be red your cheeks, John, when it is pale? How dare you shout, Peter, when is he silent? What do you ask Juda? And Judas answers you, beautiful, bold Judas from Cariot: die. You had to fall on the road, for swords, the hands of the soldiers grab. Drown them into the sea of \u200b\u200byour blood - die, die! Let his father shouted him from horror when everyone would come there!

Judas fell silent, raising his hand, and suddenly noticed the remnants of the meal on the table. And with strange amazement, it's curious, as if I saw the first time in my life, I looked around her and slowly asked:

- What is it? Did you eat? Perhaps you also slept?

"I slept," Petr answered Krotko, Peter replied, already feeling someone in Jude, who could order, "sleep and eat.

Thomas decisively and firmly said:

- It's all wrong. Judas. Think: if everyone had died, then who would told about Jesus? Who would carry people to his doctrine if everyone died: and Peter, and John, and me?

- What is the truth itself in the mouths of traitors? Isn't she getting a lie? Thomas, Thomas, don't you understand that only the watchman you are now in the coffin of the dead truth. Falling asleep, and a thief comes, and takes the truth with him, "say, where is true? Whether you cursed, Thomas! Besleless and poverty you will be forever, and you with him, damned!

- Be damn himself, Satan! - John shouted, and repeated His exclamation of Jacob, and Matthew, and all other students. Only Peter was silent.

- I go to him! - said Judas, stretching up the domineering hand. - Who is Iskariot to Jesus?

- I! I'm with you! - shouted Peter, getting up. But John and others with horror stopped him, saying:

- Mad! You forgot that he betrayed the teacher in the hands of enemies!

Peter struck himself with a fist in the chest and cried bitterly:

- Where can I go? Lord! Where do I go!

Judas for a long time, during his lonely walks, outlined the place where he kills himself after the death of Jesus. It was on the mountain, high above Jerusalem, and there was only one tree, the curve, exhausted by the wind, taking it from all sides, half fell. One of his broken curves of branches was stretched to Jerusalem, as if blessing him or something threatening, and I was chosen by Judas in order to make a loop on it. But to go to the tree was far and difficult, and very tired Judas from Cariot. All the same little sharp pebbles crumbled under his feet and accurately pull it back, and the mountain was high, wielded wind, sullen and evil. And already several times, Judas had been sitting on a rest, and breathing hard, and behind the stones, dried by cold, the cold breathe in his back.

- You're still damned! - Judas said contemptuously and breathe hard, shaking a heavy head, in which all thoughts were now fired. Then suddenly raised her, widely revealed the frozen eyes and mumbled angrily:

- No, they are too bad for Judas. Do you hear Jesus? Now will you believe me? I am going to you. Meet me gently, I'm tired. I am very tired. Then we are together with you, hugging how brothers, back to Earth. Okay?

Again I swam the mowing head and again opened my eyes, mumbling:

"But maybe you and you will be angry with a cariot juda?" And you won't believe? And in hell of me? Well! I'll go to hell! And on the fire of your hell I will kill iron and destroy your sky. Okay? Then you believe me? Then come with me back to Earth, Jesus?

Finally I got Judas to the top and to the curve tree, and then began to torment his wind. But when Judas chose him, he began to sing softly and quietly, "the wind flew somewhere and said.

- Good good! And they dogs! - Judas answered him, making a loop. And since the rope could deceive him and break through, he hung her over the cliff - if he broke his death, he would still find death on the stones. And before pushing it from the edge and hang, Judas from Cariot once again carefully warned Jesus:

- So go gently, I am very tired, Jesus.

And jumped. The rope stretched, but she soaked: the neck of Judas became thin, and his arms and legs were sought and marched as wet. Died. So in two days, one by one, left the Earth Jesus Nazares and Judas from Cariot, a traitor.

All night, as some kind of monstrous fruit, Judah swung over Jerusalem, and the wind turned him to the city face, then he wanted to show Jude to the city and the desert. But, wherever the disfigured death of the death, red eyes, blood poured and are now the same, as brothers, looked in the sky. And the next morning someone dusty saw over the city of hanging Judas and shouted in fright. People came, and removed him, and, having learned how it was, threw him in a deaf ravine, where they threw dead horses, cats and another Padal.

And that evening, all believers have learned about terrible death Traitor, and the other day I learned all Jerusalem about her. I learned a rocky Judea about her, and Green Galilee learned about her, and to one sea and to another, which was even further, the news of the death of the traitor. Neither faster, nor quieter, but with the time she was she, and as no end in time, so there will be no end to the stories about the betrayal of Judas and the terrible death of him. And everyone is good and evil - the shameful memory of it equally will give the curse, and all the peoples, which there were, it will remain lonely in the cruel fate of his - Judas from Cariot, a traitor.