Lists of atheists 3.0 like Mareczek clung to Father Stanisław
Father Stanisław finished dinner.He consumed with a taste of pork chop with delicious potatoes sprinkled with dill and fried cabbage.Sister Kinga can cook.Father Stanisław stayed in Italy for some time, but he never convinced the Italian cuisine: pasta in tomato sauce and the whole frutti di mare.The priest is a sincere Pole who, like a skawski lighthouse, missed Poland in exile, who was associated with pork chop in the clergy soul.When King's sister put a carafe from Chianti on the table, he accepted it with approval.He couldn't deny himself.During his theological studies at the papal academy, he drank a lot of this Tuscan drink and enjoyed it very much.He just needed something that, if he said it.The last few days were unpleasant, stressful for the priest.He came to the orphanage yesterday.The bishop's admonitions still sounded in his head;to which there were some, one could say, the unortexing, and even non -Catholic behavior of priest Stanisław as a priest.It was very unpleasant.The bishop told priest to leave the parish immediately.The parish he loved so, where he served for five years.The bishop directed him to the House of the Orphans.He emphasized the importance of working with children without parents several times that he entrusted this important role to him, the role of shaping Catholic spirituality and morality in tensbronic beings.He slowly sipped the wine, unbuttoned the cassock buttons because he compressed his substantial belly.He reached for a briefcase containing information about the children of the orphanage.Earlier he asked his sister Kinga to bring her from the office.
Two hours earlier, priest Stanisław celebrated the service in the chapel.Among the children participating in the celebration, the priest saw a 5-6-year-old boy.He was beautiful, like those cherubs, whom the priest looked at the Vatican Museum with love.Round face, pink lips large blue eyes, all included in a halo blonde curls.After the service, sister Kinga led the children to the dormitory.The priest accompanied her, notifying her sister that she wants to get acquainted with the conditions in which children live, eat, sleep.There were 10 beds in the room.He managed the Cherubinka cot without any problems..
Now he opened his dossier.That's how it was, in the photo this face, these curls.He was reading.Mareczek wasn't actually an orphan.Father just lost, maybe he went abroad.The mother fell into a mental ill.By emptying the Chianti bottle, the priest read the stories of Marecza several times.He was excited.When he stared at Mareczka's photographs, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of bliss.
North broke.He got up and sneaking on his fingers, he opened the door of the dormitory.He found the Mareczka bed easily.He took the sleeping baby in his hands and carried him to his bedroom.The awakened boy began to whine, cry.What will happen soon - he whispered in his ear - God wants it.You are Mareczku chosen by God and by me ...
When the priest referred to the dormitory of a tearful boy, he still reminded him: remember Mareczku, you are not allowed to anyone.If you said, you would commit a terrible sin, you would go to hell.Your mummy would go to hell.Your daddy too.Mareczek fell asleep.Father Stanisław returned to himself, knelt in front of the crucifix.He confessed to God, confessed his sin.God has forgiven him.So he fell into an equally innocent dream as a Mareczek.
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