Принц и нищий
The Prince and the hermit
Inalowexcitedvoicethehermitcontinued—
"Iseeyoufeelmyatmosphere!There’saweinyourface!Nonemaybeinthisatmosphereandnotbethusaffected;foritistheveryatmosphereofheaven.Igothitherandreturn,inthetwinklingofaneye.Iwasmadeanarchangelonthisveryspot,itisfiveyearsago,byangelssentfromheaventoconferthatawfuldignity.Theirpresencefilledthisplacewithanintolerablebrightness.Andtheyknelttome,King!yes,theyknelttome!forIwasgreaterthanthey.Ihavewalkedinthecourtsofheaven,andheldspeechwiththepatriarchs.Touchmyhand—benotafraid—touchit.There—nowthouhasttouchedahandwhichhasbeenclaspedbyAbrahamandIsaacandJacob!ForIhavewalkedinthegoldencourts;IhaveseentheDeityfacetoface!"Hepaused,togivethisspeecheffect;thenhisfacesuddenlychanged,andhestartedtohisfeetagainsaying,withangryenergy,"Yes,Iamanarchangel;amerearchangel!—Ithatmighthavebeenpope!Itisverilytrue.
