11

Dr. Gold stirred and opened his eyes.

- I fell asleep?

"Yes, Michael," the vicar nodded. - You talked too long and overtired. Get some more sleep.

But Gold shook his head.

“I haven't told you even a tenth of what I should. And I don't have much time.

The priest, knowing from experience that it was useless to argue with a friend, settled himself comfortably in his chair and prepared to listen.

- As a child, I was cowardly and weak, - after a moment of rest, Gold continued, - and during the time that I told you about, and later - you will soon see this - I did a lot of meanness thanks to my fears. Because of them, I raved about the idea of ​​becoming immortal. And although I had no doubt that the wish I had made would come true, this did not add to my courage.

“You are too hard on yourself, dear friend,” interrupted the vicar.

- Unfortunately no. Well, something, but I have learned to soberly evaluate my qualities and actions in four hundred years.

- It turns out that the sorceress-sorc