"Jolie Howard - I Am Not Judas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Howard Jolie)

    
I saw him hanging there and celebrated my part in this. He
looked to heaven and
called out the name of his father as the taunts and garbage
were thrown. The

    
The thorn-punctured brow lolled to his shoulder and the
olive skin paled with
the loss of blood through the wounds in his wrists and
ankles. The other
criminals had long since perished and many of the crowd,
those interested in
the spectacle of punishment and not in worshipping the
self-proclaimed Lord of
Heaven, had dispersed in the gloom to their tents, hovels,
or palaces.

    
A few remained. The soldiers stayed for duty. The condemned
man's mother and
family huddled together. His followers, with alert eyes
watching the guards,
took turns kneeling and praying.

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