📱 eBook en inglés AZAZEL

The moon rises above Azazels wilderness, like a piece of ember; on such a night the devils liked to come to the goatfold.
Sitting down by the fire, Azazel puffs on his pipe; he is one of the oldest devils, he is almost seven thousand five hundred years old, tall, bony, wearing goatskin trousers and a kind of sleeveless jacket, with the tips inside.
Around the hut, the goats that were sent with the sins of people on their heads, between their horns, sleep.
What could such a goat be dreaming about?! Surely, he dreams incredibly beautiful, because sin is sweet, or maybe he has terrible nightmares, because there are also grave sins that are not forgiven either in this age or in the one to come. Who can know what such a goat dreams about?!
The red moon, rising in the sky that alone borders the desert, saddens Azazel; once upon a time, on such a night, the rascals would come, squealing and howling like boys.
What could be happening now in the courtyards of the lowest depths, at Beelzebub? He has a feeling that something bad is happening, especially after, some time ago, a young man came to him, whom he does not know whether to take for the devil, as he said he was, or something else... And he is right to doubt - although that was a devil-devil, but one of the young ones and for the modern world, well-dressed, suit, tie, diplomats bag, and who participates in important meetings.
The young devil looked at Azazel as if he knew someone from a story, smiling at him with sympathy, nostalgically. But when it came to talking, he spoke to him as if he were a colleague of his, so that poor Azazel only heard sounds, he didnt understand anything.