The girl, just like men did, turned her motionless body to find a spark in them as a sign of possible life. When she touched Stojan, he had already come to terms with the death and not knowing that his body was still holding on to some thin thread for life.

And as he waited for life to leave him, suddenly, with a touch, some strange light appeared. It was more potent than the strongest light the human eye had ever seen. It was whiter than the whitest that could be found on the globe. And in its center, with his soul, he sees the vast expanse of intoxicating beauty with no end.

And as soon as his soul began to get used to this beauty, some unearthly silence rang out when from somewhere, an intoxicating scent dissipated, which started to caress his now joyful soul, doubling its joy gently.

And when the soul so illumined and fragrant, trembling with joy, begins as if to give birth to wings to fly into that enchanting light, a silhouette like a man dressed in white light comes out of the light and smell, even brighter than the light from which it comes out.

Stojan's soul stared at the creature in wonder, and it spoke in the sweetest voice imaginable:

"Let not your soul fear anything, for in the kingdom of heaven, we have prepared a place for it when the time comes."

Stojan opened his eyes and saw a girl above him. It seemed to him like the light of life, like the beginning of spring and a kind of seed of always sought happiness. She must be an angel; it goes through his mind and can't be anything else. At the same time, he was overwhelmed with sudden pleasure. Shadows of hope flew through his soul, and a secret and incomprehensible foreboding began to whisper the story of life to his heart.

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The girl in front of his eyes had a tanned complexion and white teeth under her lips stretched into a magical and contagious, above all, warm smile. Her face was gorgeous, so it shone like the sun breaking through the clouds. There was pride, boldness, and curiosity on her face. Out of her appearance came a pleasant loveliness that could not be avoided. Inner and outer beauty merged to brighten life.

And her eyes, those two bright jewels that sparkle from her youth, are blue like the clear morning sky over Dalmatia. Strands of blonde hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, overflowing in all the rainbow colors before Stojan's eyes. Pure knowledge of the beauty of God's works could freely be an inspiration for painters and poets.

Thanks to this woman, blue is bluer!

From her smile, death feared and retreated to its lair, and life grew stronger to be unstoppably continued where it had been forcibly interrupted. Her untouched beauty of the soul carried within itself the sun of life, which illuminates with its rays, warms, and draws goodness from man.

"I am Anastasia. Don't move and don't talk. I will bandage your wounds, "said the angel in a voice like a bird announcing the birth of the day with its morning song. Then she quickly ran to the caravan to fetch the wound balms.

Even in that awful place, her movements were lithe and graceful. A green dress, the edges and sleeves covered with gold embroidery fell over her hips to accentuate her waist and round thighs. A picture like a blossoming spring, fresh and full of life.

When she soon returned to Stojan, a wave of the warmth of life poured out of her on him, and the extinguished life was born unstoppably. With her, apart from life, there is no other way out.

Well, yes, that's right, some people must be willing to live forever!