It's all one flower.

"Asina, you have half a vision."

"What?"

A needle girl opens her mouth pompously to the priest's proclamation.

"Most people see both matter and spirituality, but you only see matter, so you only see the upper edge of things, and you can't even face the weak, evil part of yourself."

"Priest, then, it seems that all half-vision people say they're worse than wizards, right? Isn't that terrible?

I turned to Asina for consent to the people she was with, but no one would react.

"Asina, I'm talking about you alone. Forcefully generalize things and stop running away from arguments"

"But the priest said earlier, because I'm half sighted, right? I mean, no half sighted people..."

"We meet a lot of other people, half sighted, in addition to the work pattern, Asina. Many of them strive hard not to fall into the ranks of the Miscellaneous Demons"

"Even I do it every week... every day these days, I go to church and practice festive dancing, I work hard"

The priest returned a harsh gaze at Asina's objections and spoke of the way other half-vision people lived.

"Because you can't see, you're struggling with yourself with the bad thoughts and orientations that come into you, worrying"

"Unlike Sarotka, I work hard every day, even in the heat, in summer festival dance practice, and it's terrible. Why do I have to be told that all the time?

One miscellaneous demon after another pops out of its mouth and disappears touching powers such as [exorcism], which is secretly incorporated into the church grounds.

"Asina, you're trapped in formatting and cleverly good at fixing the upper edge and deceiving people's eyes, but that's not going to destroy you any time soon."

"Priest, why are you threatening me by saying such terrible things?

"It's not a threat. Stop deluding yourself with beautiful words and be honest. If you can't see the Miscellaneous Demon with your own eyes, speak your mind."

"Me, this is how I talk vegan..."

Asina's scented gaze strokes up the priest to her ascendancy.

The priest taught patiently.

"Even if you are blamed for words or actions that have been uttered in your mind, you have not omitted yourself by simply saying the person's pussy. Start by acknowledging that you have a weak and evil heart. That way..."

"Enough!

To Asina's cry, not only the priest, but all the people in the chapel breathed.

"If we're all gonna stop by and bully one of us, I'm quitting!

Asina's high and clear voice echoes the chapel ceiling and descends with the sound of rain. From its mouth, as always, one miscellaneous demon after another pops up and disappears before it reaches the floor.

The beautiful sounds of voices containing sincere mourning and the shapeless, cloudy sludge of this world... my relationship with the Miscellaneous Demon is not linked in my head to Russia.

"I can't be discriminated against and called a thief because I have half a vision!

Asina jumped out into the pouring rain as she scattered the miscellaneous demons and shouted. A large amount of rain falls through the door left open.

There was no one to follow behind leaving behind the thick rain curtain.

The priest goes to the door and speaks the words of prayer and closes the door.

"I'm totally late. Let's get to work."

"I apologize for the disturbance"

To the leader's aunt, Kufshenka bows her head.

"Oh, no, the manager's not bad at all. We have a lot on that kid too... well, hey"

My aunt clouds her words and resumes her work. A couple of confectioners joined, and hurried to move their hands in an attempt to regain the delay.

Kufshenka returns with the priest to see how Viola is doing.

Viola was asleep, lying in bed, her eyes closed. There is a hint of vanilla tea in the room. An old nigger and Sarotka stood up from the chair on the pillow.

"It's open, please come to my room. I'll take a look at Viola."

Recommended by the Nishimon, the three moved to the neighboring room where the door was opened.

"Sarotka, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Did Viola say anything?

Sarotka, the needle, stroked the coloured hair of the earth, trying to say, but opened her heavy mouth, realizing that even in silence it was coming from the mouth of Viola and the Nissan.

"Mr. Viola said he wanted me to go home because he wanted to get some rest... corner, he came to visit me kindly, but he said he was rude and he didn't leave"

Viola and Asina don't seem to know each other at all.

Until today, Kufshenka thought that even if she was dyeing her hands in evil, if she had faith, she could regenerate.

I had heard about Asina selling her body before the big fire from a factory manager I knew and others. In the Barack Zone in the eastern part of the Ristover Autonomous Region, this is a common story.

Enough clothing would eliminate the need to do business like that or get my hands on other people's things... thats the bailout business I started, but Kufshenka felt sorry for herself.

Stealing is rampant even after the fire, not just Asina, when relief supplies have gone equally. There was no day when people who lived in burned out and unattended relief supplies would not listen to the stories of the victims of theft.

... If you were faithful, you would have thought that saints would not behave in a foolish manner that they forbid by properly learning and acquiring skill.

Asina was abusing the teachings of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus to pervert them as if they were at her convenience, to fall in others and to her advantage.

"Viola says she doesn't want to hear that, but Asina said she spoke ill of the manager and me and spoke unilaterally about how unhappy she was. So, um, when we got there, that's what I was saying... trying to make the treat that Viola got his own..."

"Yes...... thanks. Sarotka. I'm sorry I made you feel so hard too."

Sarotka, who was bending over, looks up and looks at her employer Kufshenka with surprised eyes. Keeping his voice down, which seemed to tremble at his apologies, Kufshenka took the hand of the needle.

"I'm sorry. While I'm away, I know all about you being pushed to work by that Co, seeing that Co steal and suffering, and that Co telling me something terrible."

"Store manager......"

"I wanted to regenerate that co and tried to teach it as gently as possible..."

Sarotka's hand shook back a wrinkly, dead hand.

"I'm sorry. All this time, let you have all the irrational patience...... Asina fired. If you come to the store, you can never let them in."

Sarotka nodded with a stiff look.

Then, after all thirty minutes, the rain stopped and the people who were working in the mountains came back to the church.

Kufshenka and Sarotka also join the task of bagging food for rewards. Later, if we keep packing behind the distributions, we're going to figure it out.

"I was allowed to stay in the restaurant of the collective house and the place where it was about to be made."

There are still no roofs and walls in the process of construction, but upstairs floors are said to have replaced the roof. The craftsmen avoided the rain in the dining room and some of them were allowed in there.

"I'm sorry the church gets dirty, so here..."

People line up in front of the chapel door and receive today's reward… a set of five meals of preserved food and a bottle of drinking water and a sachet of dried fruit. It takes longer to distribute than usual, but I couldn't pack the bags in time, so I was just fine.

Sending out the last one, Kufshenka and Sarotka leave the church behind with him in the confectioner's car.

... should I have said it stronger? Should I have stuck it out to the police when I realized I was stealing without pity?

The clouds cleared, the sky brightened, but Kufshenka's heart did not clear.