Holidays March 02: Day of Fyodor Tiron and Mariamna Kikimora

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Marianna is a name of Latin origin, which consists of the merger of two names - Maria and Anna. It is translated as “sad grace”, “sad beauty”. According to another version, Marianne comes from the Hebrew name Miriam and means “she who lifts.” A girl who has this name has a romantic nature, and this is what wins men’s hearts. As her other half, Marianne chooses a man similar in character to herself. The girl can be affectionately called Marianka, Marya, Yana, Maryanka, Maryasya or Maryasha.

Congratulations to Marianna on her name day

Marianna, happy angel day, dear! I wish you success and happiness. Let the beautiful fairy tale of luck come and drive away bad weather. Let all your dreams come true, Let all your problems be solved. And the doors of fate open towards love and luck.

Marianne, Happy Guardian Angel Day - A savior from green melancholy, A wonderful savior from the blues, A faithful, reliable friend! Don’t break off your friendship with him, my dear, and then you won’t be abandoned by happiness! Dreams and expectations will come true, Life will become full of charm!

May your wishes come true, Marianna, on the day of the Angel appointed by fate! Say goodbye to your grievances and enjoy the beautiful times. May happiness never end, May success always accompany you in business, May men give you affection and attention, May your cheerful laughter never cease!

Dear Marianna! Today we celebrate your name day. You are so different. At times emotional, impetuous and light, like a sunny summer day. Sometimes - thoughtful, soulful and strong, like the sea. You are beautiful, and don't let yourself doubt it. Be happy! Happy Angel Day!

Name day is a holiday of the soul, carrying great warmth that remains in a person’s heart all his life. This is the holiday of the angel who protects you from birth to death. I want to wish your angel that he has as little work as possible, and that you have as little trouble and trouble as possible. Happy name day Marianna!

Holidays March 02: Day of Fyodor Tiron and Mariamna Kikimora

The national holiday Day of Fyodor Tyrone and Mariamne Kikimora is celebrated on March 2, 2022 (old style - February 17). In the Orthodox calendar, this is the date of memory of the holy martyr Theodore Tiron and the righteous Mariamne.

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Theodore Tiron from the city of Amasia, Pontic region, served in the Marmarite regiment under the command of Vrink. During the reign of Emperor Maximian (286-305), pagans persecuted Christians, but Theodore openly professed faith in Jesus Christ. Vrink advised him to renounce his religion and sacrifice to idols.

Within a few days, given to the saint for reflection, the pagan temple burned down. Theodore was accused of arson and thrown into prison. In captivity, the great martyr devoted all his time to prayer. There Christ appeared to him to support and comfort him. After a while, Theodore was brought to the local ruler, who invited him to renounce his worldview. The martyr fearlessly confirmed that he was an adherent of the Christian faith. For this he was sentenced to death by burning.

Righteous Mariamne lived with her brother Philip, an apostle from the age of 12. During their visit to Asia Minor, the Apostle Bartholomew joined them. Since then, Mariamne, having taken a vow of celibacy, devoted herself to preaching the Gospel along with the apostles, sharing with them the hardships and sorrows of bearing the Word of God.

Thanks to them, in Hierapolis of Phygia, almost all the townspeople abandoned idolatry. The ruler of the city expressed dissatisfaction with this and ordered the arrest of Mariamne and the apostles. Philip was sentenced to death on the cross. Soon the wrath of God overtook the mayor and the local priests, and they were swallowed up by the earth. Mariamne and Bartholomew were released after these events. The saint mourned her brother and went to Lycaonia, where she preached the Gospel until her death.

Traditions and rituals

• In Orthodoxy, Theodore and Mariamne are described as kind and pious people. Among the people, they are negative characters.
• Theodore is credited with the life of a tyrant, who eventually repented and began to help people. On this holiday, it is customary to turn to him for protection from evil people, to ask for help in finding a stolen item or a missing person.
• Saint Mariamne was popularly nicknamed Kikimora. According to legend, a kikimora is the wife of a brownie. She is depicted as a small woman or old woman with disheveled hair. She is known for pranks with yarn and crafts. It’s funny that on this day they ask Saint Mariamne for protection from the “pampering” of the kikimora.
• March 2 is the last day of winter weddings.
• On this holiday, girls tell fortunes about marriage. She who wants to find family happiness must go outside at dusk. If she meets a woman first, her wish will come true.
• Protective prayers are read over the child and an icon is placed at the head of the bed so that the evil spirit does not frighten the baby.

Signs

• If the day is foggy, May will be cold.
• If birds return from warm countries, then spring will be early.
• You can't look at the night sky. If you see a shooting star on this day, you can get very sick.

Source - my-calend.ru

Cell of Mother Mariamne

Lenochka was baptized in Ryazan, in St. Nicholas Cathedral. The godfather was a very respected man, a retired military man. His life story was unusual and tragic. In the dashing nineties, as an FSB officer, he was attacked and brutally beaten; he was treated in hospitals for a long time, but the paralysis caused by a cerebral hemorrhage could not be treated. A young and vigorous man found himself bedridden.

One day a friend came to him, wanting to help with all his might, just then everyone had heard about the miraculous icon of the Mother of God “Helper of Sinners” in the village of Sreznevo. And the friend, being a believer, decided to take the man suffering from illness to this miraculous icon. The patient did not think well, and he was a communist in life, although he was baptized in childhood. This is what the Gospel parable says: four friends brought the paralytic to Jesus Christ and lowered him, dismantling the roof, unable to get inside due to the multitude of people surrounding the house. And according to the faith of his friends, the Lord healed the paralytic. And then a similar story happened. He lay down “relaxed” under the miraculous icon, confessed as best he could, and took communion. The way back was not long, the friends stopped on a hill to have a snack. And from there there was a magnificent view of the temple. And suddenly they see a glow rising above the temple, a luminous pillar stretching into the sky. And in this pillar the face of the Mother of God “Spreader of Sinners” appears in the image of our contemporary. You never know what might seem like it, but here it was impossible not to believe it. The patient felt warmth in his paralyzed leg and moved the fingers of his sore hand. He rose to his feet, fell to his knees and began to sob. “Most Holy Mother of God, Glory to Thee! Thank you, forgive me, I repent...” This was the newly appeared image of the Mother of God - a miracle of our days, as priests and journalists would later say. The patient returned to normal speech. Local newspapers wrote about this event, and doctors shrugged. The friends made a vow to find a way to describe and paint an iconographic image of the visions they observed, and the healed patient became a frequent guest in this temple. A lot of time and effort went into creating the icon; the Mother of God turned out to be a living, beautiful, majestic, crowned queen! Of course, the icon was somewhat different from the canonical letter, but this is how her friends saw her, and they did not want to change anything in her image.

At that time there was no priest in the temple; only the schema-nun, Mother Mariamne, the keeper of the temple, lived there. Friends asked and begged Mother Mariamne to give a blessing, first for painting the icon, then for its consecration. But the God-fearing nun refused for a long time, explaining that she had no such rights. Time passed, and feeling her responsibility and secret knowledge, after praying, mother said: “The discovery of a new icon is an event that was revealed 20 years ago. And Sreznevo will shine again. And again the Mother of God calls for repentance, and this pillar of light is a connection with the heavenly Fatherland, where our repentant cry will be heard, and where the Lord will comfort all the needy and burdened.”

In September 2005, with the blessing of Patriarch Alexy II with the participation of Archbishop Pavel of Ryazan and Kasimov, a large number of clergy and pilgrims, the newly-minted “Supportress of Sinners” was solemnly welcomed and placed in the Kazan church in the village of Srezneva. A copy of this icon, kept by the healed “paralytic” in Ryazan, streams myrrh right in his apartment.

The village of Sreznevo is located 70 km from Ryazan, all around there are fields, forests, abandoned houses, the village is empty, and for many miles in the area there is not a single living soul, as in the whole of long-suffering Russia - the peasant way of life, the heart of Orthodox Rus', is ruined. Next to the temple there is a priest’s house; several other old grandmothers live in the village in their huts with three windows, decorated with embroidered curtains. There are hired workers. But the temple is known throughout Ryazan, and on Sunday services there is simply a pilgrimage of believers in crowded buses.

In godless times, many holy people suffered here for their faith. Among them are the canonized nun Anna, the priest Sergius, the holy martyr Filaret, who ended his life in the Kemerovo camps; they were the guardians of the ancient icon “Support of Sinners,” transferred from the devastated Spaso-Preobrazhensky Pronsky Monastery, over which the Protection of the Mother of God always extended.

But I especially want to talk about Mother Mariamne. In her youth, Maria, being a beautiful and intelligent girl, could not find herself in the world around her, filled with God-fighting. She yearned for Divine beauty and for closed churches. She decided on a feat of foolishness, in the Epiphany frost she got up from the stove and walked barefoot through the snow. She was considered insane and taken to the hospital, from which she managed to escape and end up at the Kazan Church in Sreznevo. Maria lived at the church for more than 50 years, being first a novice, then a nun, and then schema-nun Mariamna. She saw a lot during the years of fighting against God, but the cup of martyrdom passed her by. The temple was never closed, she became a cell attendant of the miraculous icon “Helper of Sinners.” Only the Lord knows how a simple Russian woman carried faith, hope and love on her fragile shoulders and preserved the temple despite the terrible age of godlessness.

We arrived at the Kazan Church for the patronal feast of the icon of the “Kazan” Mother of God on November 4th. We bowed to the miraculous icon “Support of Sinners” and the newly appeared icon “Support of Sinners”. But when I entered Mother Mariamne’s cell, located in the vestibule of the temple, time stopped for me. What grace, what beauty! A room of 6 square meters with a Russian stove in the corner, and behind the stove there is a crib. On the wall are mother’s vestments and the stick with which she used to ward off the evil one during prayers. A table with a prayer book and Holy Scripture, a shelf with icons, with the beloved “Helper of Sinners.” Above the crib is a photograph of her dear Archimandrite John Krestyankin, under whose spiritual guidance mother was for 40 years. “I don’t want to leave here. At least my companions lost me for a while. And how nice it would be to live here in general, what peace, what peace! - such unrealistic thoughts flashed through my head. There are holy icons all around, the Angel of the Lord guards the temple.

Indeed, when we left the temple after the Divine Liturgy, two clouds hovered above it, looking like the wings of an angel hugging his temple. Then these clouds began to move away, and we all admired and admired them until they disappeared into the distance.

When the priest at the Liturgy proclaims “Holy to Holies!” - it turns out that he is addressing us, standing and praying in the temple. Still, there are moments of holiness in our lives. After all, the “relaxed” patient, our contemporary, was honored with a vision of the Mother of God. And the wretched cell of Mother Mariamne, even after her death, preserves and will preserve the feeling of indescribable grace, Tabor light and God’s love, attracting to itself with unearthly kindness and healing the sick soul of the poor, poor people, tormented by urban life, torn from the cruel world of everyday vanity.

4.11.2011

Herod and Mariamne. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.
It is difficult to be a whole person when fate itself has brought duality into your life. Difficult? Probably not, it's simply impossible. In any case, Herod, the son of the Idumean prince Antipater, did not manage to become whole, to be one person, and not two different ones, throughout his entire life. And this became the cause of his personal tragedy, and also brought a lot of grief to those around King Herod, and to all of Israel.

When he was young, and Judea did not yet belong to him (however, almost nothing belonged to him then), the future king was still quite happy. It’s not surprising - he had so much to do, he was so incredibly busy, he was so eager for more and more power. The years passed. He succeeded in his plans, power came and grew, life made him happy, women loved... He could name Mark Antony among his friends, Octavian Augustus among his patrons, and his wife was the one, when he looked at her, it darkened his eyes and took his breath away. happiness, his only love, his woman, his Mariamne! [1] What does Galilee or Judea matter to him when he became the ruler of all Syria...

But the duality that weighed on him did not sleep. He was an Edomite, and only two generations ago his ancestors had been forcibly converted to Judaism. The woman he idolized was a Jew, and the people he ruled, for the most part, also professed Judaism. And then, when, it would seem, he achieved everything he strived for, the faith imposed on him broke his life and trampled on happiness, turning the great king into a bloody despot and tyrant, into a murderer.

Mariamne... For him, Herod, this marriage was a done deal, just a dynastic marriage - that’s all. She is a Hashmonean[2], the so-called “legitimate” rulers of the Jewish people. He, Herod, did everything to ensure that the last male representatives of this clan disappeared from the face of the earth. Since it was a struggle in which it was either he or them, the ruler was not tormented by conscience about the destruction of the Maccabees. With all the weakness of the last Maccabees, if he, Herod, had fallen into their hands, they would not have let him go.

John Hyrcanus II, Mariamne's grandfather, could not be a high priest, because according to the Law, a person with a physical disability cannot occupy such a position. However, he was born with ears, and was both a high priest and an earthly ruler. His own nephew bit off his ears so that Hyrcanus could no longer lay claim to the high priestly, and with it, temporal power, as was the custom of the Maccabees. If Herod had fallen into their hands, they would have cut him off if they were so careful with each other. He fought them and won the battle, and that is the work of men.

A woman is a different matter, he will not fight with her, except at night... He needs her so that his children will be accepted by the country they rule. There will be much more Jewish in them than in himself. Let his subjects rejoice, who look askance at the king with his “impurity of blood.” He chose her from a host of women, not being interested in what she was like, what she looked like, or how she lived. His entire current life was made by himself, everything he had was taken in battle, or in negotiations, and it remains to be seen which was more difficult. He is ready to agree that the Maccabees were “legitimate” rulers when they wrested power for themselves during the period of struggle with the Syrians. Now they are only good for giving him a woman who will confirm his own “legitimacy” snatched from fate, that’s all. Even if she were as scary as a crocodile, she would have to give birth. True, they say that she is beautiful, and this is an extra advantage that he could not even hope for. There are many women in his life, there will be one more who will strengthen his future throne and give his power a certain charm, since the Hashmone woman destined for him as a wife is said to be also smart and learned.

But you should have seen the woman you want to marry. Hyrcanus repeated endlessly: “a man should not get engaged to a woman until he has seen her”[3]. John Hyrcanus, while everyone else had ears of their own, buzzed the same parts of Herod’s face: “Get married! Mariamne is smart, beautiful, and this union is honorable!” And you can understand him, Hyrcanus. His nephew, Antigonus, invaded the country, with the support of the Parthians.[4] Hyrcanus had something to fear; he knew his nephew. It was Antigonus who deprived the head of John Hyrcanus of its natural decoration - the ears. But that happened later. Herod managed to repel the first attack. As a reward for this, they tried to marry him to a Hashmone woman, and Hyrcanus showered him with promises, persuading him to see his future bride.

He himself, Herod, could have done this during the marriage ceremony, that would be enough for him. They are all built the same, and when he tears off her clothes, he will see only what he has always seen. He will take it, maybe more than once, if he likes it. And children will come to whom his blood and power will be transferred. Why these shows if everything is decided? Another reason to wince, to remember with an unkind word all these subtle customs that he is not able to comprehend.

And then he saw her for the first time. And even this first time was not the same as always. And it turned out that a woman could captivate his heart. More than the thrill of battle. More than the walls of a palace that has become the embodiment of one’s own dreams. More than anything that had been his life until that day.

John Hyrcanus really wanted to marry off his granddaughter. Even if it was on the open roof of the house, under the gaze of himself and his family, he left them alone. Giving the opportunity to talk. Consider each other. Compare strength, because the meeting showed that the battle will be serious.

Even in the soft evening sun she looked as hard and unbending as a rock. But the pink rays illuminated the figure, which, despite its thinness and flexibility, consisted of smooth, feminine lines that were pleasing to the eye. And yet, from this very first meeting, he called her “wasp” in his heart. Not because of the waist, which was staggeringly narrow, although that similarity flashed through my mind and then disappeared. Her eyes stung and pierced right through. To say that he saw unfriendliness in those eyes would be an understatement. Hatred splashed in them, and also disgust. It’s as if she’s looking at carrion that offends the sight, smell, and feelings of a devout Jew. Herod immediately felt this attitude towards himself.

She could lower her eyes, even if she is Hashmoneik, but she is just a woman, almost a girl! Her plump, sensual lips with their defenseless softness, with some emphasized, scarlet, defiant color, her shiny brown hair scattered over her shoulders, escaping from under the coverlet, her round, well-developed breasts, despite the fact that she left the impression of a teenager from - because of his thinness - this, and much, much more, he grabbed at once, with some part of his consciousness where the pain caused by her obvious disgust for him had not yet settled. They had not yet said a word to each other, and he had time to experience this strange pain that stung him in the heart, and the desire, grabbing her in his arms, to roughly break and crush this light figure of the woman who hated him. And at the same time, a little later, immediately after this, I felt an all-consuming pity, a desire to protect, protect, save her from herself - so rebellious, impudent. It’s impossible to count the sensations and thoughts that she evoked in him, just by looking at him from under the covers...

– Do you hate me, woman? – he asked her directly, without subterfuge. - Why? Do they marry those who are not nice?

- Who asked me? - was his answer. - And why should I love you, Edomite, me, a woman of this kind? Are we not kings in our own country? Not guardians of the name of God? You're the alien. And me, they sold me to you! To you, whose ancestors mine were bought for a pot of lentil soup! It would be better for me to die than live to see this...

- Did any of them, your relatives, prevent you from dying? – he asked mockingly. Just with a laugh. Although her daring, defiant speeches aroused serious anger in him. And if it weren’t for her, whose fragile beauty he comprehended more and more deeply every moment, to his own misfortune, he would not have cut off the offender’s head.

- They were right. You'll be stupid to die. Why then the beauty given to you by God? You shouldn’t take your virginity to the grave, try the caresses of a man before that, Mariamne. A real man, not from your family and friends, and not from those who bathed in the bounty of the Hashmonean princes, from your close associates. They have degenerated, Mariamne, these Maccabees. If Judas Maccabee, the lion of your family, were next to you, I would still understand your impulses. And I am also a Maccabee, but of my own kind, which is just beginning its journey, but it will be royal! Don't you want to be with me? I will make you sons, and this will give you joy, believe me...

He noted with great pleasure that he had managed to confuse her. She was insolent to him, forgetting that he was a man. The reciprocal insolence made her blush.

Maybe he managed to touch the awakening femininity of this half-girl, so why not consolidate his success? At least she stopped chattering her lofty nonsense, and will now rush to what a woman has always needed most - the caresses of a man, motherly cares. But he did not have time to continue.

“You eat pork,” she suddenly did not say with disgust, but spat out. “You defile yourself with pork, descendant of Esau!”

- Yes, this is a terrible, terrible accusation! – he laughed. He was amused by her vehemence. For some reason I wanted to explain to her what he himself thought about this.

“You know, Mariamne, pork is tender meat and spoils quickly.” You can’t keep it in tents, and when it’s spoiled, it’s dangerous to eat it, you’ll get sick. You will expel the contents of your insides for a long time and painfully, you will get sick. That’s why our ancestors introduced a ban on it. In general, many prohibitions are due to lifestyle, and God has nothing to do with it. Is it really not enough trouble for Him even without these little things of ours? This is what very learned people told me, even if they were pagans, but they were not stupid people at all, believe me. But I’m rich enough not to store meat for a long time, I eat it fresh, and it can’t cause me any harm. Pork is very tasty.

If some time ago he appealed to her femininity, now to her innate curiosity, breaking through the shackles of the Jewish Law, with which she was stuffed from her toes to the hair on her head. And he wanted to see how outside of this law she was. Her intelligence, which everyone was talking about, was somehow obvious to him, although so far he had not heard a single smart word from her. Probably, her liveliness, spontaneity, and genuine interest in life were tangible to him, absorbed from her face, flowing from her gestures and habits. Hearing from him that pork was delicious, she showed horror and disgust on her face, but her eyes gave her away. Before her was a stranger, a renegade, a pork-eating villain, but that was precisely what interested her.

And he began to tell her about how the Romans eat. About how terribly a boar's head served whole would look on the table. What an unusually delicate taste of wild boar fillet. What feelings did he have when he was served pork udder stuffed with all sorts of fillings...

He saw how her pupils dilated, with horror and curiosity at the same time, as she tried to cope with involuntary nausea. And he felt that he wanted this woman to death. If she didn’t know that her relatives would immediately burst onto the roof, they would be dragged away... and that wouldn’t have stopped him, in the end, but he couldn’t kill all her relatives in front of her eyes! With the ridiculous goal of immediately taking possession of her, when the same relatives with joy and pleasure put her in his bed, which, in fact, was the reason for their acquaintance. You just need to go through these funny rituals. He would drink wine with her many more times, he promised himself, after they drank it during the wedding….

He divorced his wife, Doris, and drove her and her son Antipater out of Jerusalem. A week later, drunk with passion and joy, he became engaged to Mariamne. She was depressed and in tears. She looked at him without any joy, he again saw in her the horror of him unsuccessfully suppressed for the sake of her family, and her disgust. It hurt, but he couldn’t give up his desire to have her. It was taller than him, bigger than him. He kept his hands clenched into a fist so as not to rush to touch her in front of all Jerusalem. Squeezing her chest, breaking this fragile body...

With this betrothal they, the Maccabees, kept him on a leash for a long time, five whole years! How he didn't go crazy is strange. Maybe only because the circumstances were not in his, Herod’s, favor, and he had to think more about saving his own head, about conquering the lost lands again.

The Parthians invaded Syria and, having crossed the border, immediately turned part of their army south - to Judea. Antigonus, the nephew of Hyrcanus, also invaded the country, and rushed towards Jerusalem. Herod tried to block his path, but Antigonus captured the courtyards of the temple. And then the Parthian army approached... Hyrcanus lost his ears, but oh well, it’s not scary. And Herod - Mariamne, which was much more terrible. But hope warmed him, and he fought. He followed Mark Antony to Asia Minor, then to Italy. He took money there, he convinced his friend Anthony, and his enemy Octavian, that he, Herod, was the only reliable ally in the fight against the Parthians. Together with Anthony, in gratitude for the grace given to him to become king of Judea, he ascended the Capitol and made a sacrifice to Jupiter. Herod did what he could, he was a man and did not know how to cry and ask for concessions from God, he knew how to achieve what was his cherished dream - Mariamne, as well as the kingdom that he promised in that conversation to lay at her feet...

Five years later, before beginning the siege of Jerusalem, he married Mariamne. By that time he had already achieved almost everything, he even completely defeated Antigonus. Jerusalem, and even Mariamne, remained rebellious, but before taking the city, he pleased himself and took a wife.

His wedding did not last long. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Let them wait for him, the Maccabees, and the rebellious Jerusalem, and everyone else.

After listening to the blessings and taking a sip of the wine that he was going to drink five years ago, he took her hand, a proud Hashmone woman. And, despite her resistance, he took her to the room where from now on the most important part of her life was to take place, much more important than discussing the advantages of her own family. Wherever he wanted to arrange this room later, no matter what palaces he built. She had to share this room and his bed with him. He decided so.

Pity for her, and the sharp, piercing pain caused by her defenselessness, and his own inadequacy to her - but he could, could have, if she had looked at him with different eyes at least once! – he felt it fully that night. Again, and then many, many times.

Five years of longing for her had to result in something, but what could he do if from the moment he almost dragged her into his chambers, she leaned against the wall, with her back to the bed, where he was waiting for her and wanted , – and did not budge. In some kind of stupid silence, she merged with the wall, became part of it, as if she wanted to dissolve in it, disappear, cease to be. In vain he called her. She didn't want to hear.

Herod controlled himself, and with the desire to crucify her on the bed, and take her - in blood, in tears, pain and despair. He could not spit on his own soul, could not humiliate the dream of her and her love.

He got out of bed. He walked up to her standing by the wall and called:

- Mariamne...

He put all his passion into this call, his voice was low, and there was almost a groan, and anguish, and pain in it. And what a strong desire!

After all, she was a woman, just a woman, and, moreover, long ripe for love. And she heard this call, and her whole body trembled, for the first time truly realizing where she was and what was happening to her. Until now she had been floating somewhere, plunging deeper and deeper into despair. She kept thinking about the lost honor of the Maccabees, about her fate, which so cruelly laughed at her dreams of becoming a queen. I did, but with whom? Hated by her people, cursed on the streets of Jerusalem, in the courtyard of the Temple itself, for the betrayal that should have happened here. In this room. She bought the safety of her loved ones and protected their ears, and there, in Jerusalem, a bloody massacre was soon to begin, and her husband would be at the head of those who unleashed this massacre!

The other side of what was happening still had not reached her consciousness. She was alone, in a room with a man who loved her - she already knew that. And everyone knew who had ever seen his gaze directed at her, from which her heart always froze or fell somewhere down. She was afraid of herself, and of her own thoughts, when he looked at her. Herod loves her and, speaking frankly and rudely, has long wanted to sleep with her. So, he says something to her, affectionate, shameful, pressing his lips to her ear. And his body is pressed against her body, and for some reason it pleases her. His words and voice entwine her like a web. She feels waves of goosebumps running down her spine. Why doesn't she move away, doesn't run away from his greedy hands? Why is it that for the first time since the inevitability of their wedding became obvious, she feels joy for the first time?

And he really pressed his whole body against her so that she could feel the full force of the desire that possessed him. He let her feel the strength of his hands, freeing her from clothes, the wetness of his lips, which had not yet touched her as he wanted, but were already finding places free from covers. Without the support of his face behind her, she probably wouldn’t have been able to stay on her feet. Because his hands touched bare breasts. His fingers grasped them, and at first gently, and then more and more greedily and roughly, he played with them, and, without seeing, she felt how their tips were blossoming into buds. An abyss of new sensations opened up to her when he turned her towards him and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue penetrated inside and gently explored her mouth, awakening desires in her that she had never known before.

She felt her nakedness, created by his greedy hands, as a holiday. He laughed hoarsely and briefly, extremely delighted with his victory, when she, of her own free will, began to look for his lips, which he tore off for a moment, and pulled herself closer to him when he moved away.

And then she found herself on the bed, carried by him. How easily he lifted her into his arms, how muscular and strong his chest was! The light scent of sweat that emanates from him is probably better than any incense she has ever smelled. In any case, she had never felt so dizzy before...

When he pressed himself against her in a smooth but powerful movement, she accepted him, resignedly, helplessly. The pain did not kill her, as she had always feared. Because they told her it hurt, but she was afraid of pain, which is why she did not dare to kill herself when she was doomed to this marriage. Now that this completely tolerable pain had passed, moved away, she submitted to his movements, joyfully submitting herself to his strength and his will. Something deep, an animal, grew and grew inside her. Bending, screaming, she clung to him and slid her hands along his back...

With a final cry, she dissolved in his arms and disappeared, but not so much that she did not hear his strange, guttural cry when, in a hot stream, he spilled his seed into her waiting body.

They were brought back to life in a world where the siege of Jerusalem was about to begin. Three days after their short-lived happiness...