It was a cold day. The sun flickered as a glowing disc behind the morning Autere. Its browning whistle spread over Hirvenhov’s frosty forests and snow-covered lands.

There was a small cottage on the slope of the forest, the windows of which red-eyed sparkled in the weak sunshine. The old Kotka-Antti was lying in the bed with his bed, waiting for death. Dr Hessel, who had taken his office the previous day, leaned over the sick bed to test his power. The doctor was now in his first post, but he didn’t seem to be able to do anything. “Pray,” whispered Antti with a weak voice and last time crossing his fingers.

The doctor referred to the neighbour’s wife who was in charge of the hub, but this did not understand the sign.

The doctor had seen Elisa the previous day and, in her eyes, met something that made her feel uplifted and raised her mind. With that in mind, he began to read the prayers of our fathers. If there was no faith in his prayer, there was at least a sense of it. Who would leave the dead of the last request of the dead, and who loves, will do what he knows to be in the mercy of his mercy.

After praying, Dr. Hessel looked up and saw Elisa on his side. Without that, he had walked that the doctor had not noticed his arrival. From the point of view of Elisa, she immediately realized that the prayer of the doctor had made a profound impression on her. Elisa had put more value in it than the prayer itself. They pressed each other’s hands and then turned to the sick side.

He was dead.

The sun had already scattered the morning morning and now brightly shone. It threw a wide luminous flux on the floor, and its rays carved the old rotten hoods and the white beard. The sunshine was blatantly glaring in the face, but the closed creatures and the calm expression on the face told me that the elderly had finally come to rest after a hard day’s work.

“Dear Antti-Elder,” said Elisa quietly, “in your simplicity, you were the secret of the kingdom of God.”

The doctor did not answer, held up, but firmly held Elisa’s hand in his own.
He was glad to notice that Elisa didn’t remember pulling it away.
Elisa looked moving around in the room.

“Often I went here and never returned back empty,” he continued. “Kotka-Antti was also rich in poverty.”

“You’ll probably never come here empty,” Dr. Hessel says, looking at Elisa’s hand-held small hammer that was no longer needed.

“Well, I often did that. But what did it mean besides what I got from him? He had no lessons, but more experience, and that he shared with me.”

He removed his hand from the doctor’s hand and stepped closer to the dead. He gently caressed his foreheads. He would have liked to have asked Antt to take his greetings home, though it was still late.

After the silent goodbye, he left off. Dr. Hessel followed him.

Next to each other, they walked like a bright dream. The recent death case had not felt terrible for them, it had only turned their minds more serious and brought them closer together.

Already, the sunshine from the full blade was shining in their paths. The air was calm and clean.

Dr. Hessel couldn’t speak anything other than what was most important to his heart. He stopped and asked Elisa if he wanted to come to her, alongside Elisa, she could walk through the light of her life; without Elisa, he might be wasted.

Seriously, he stood in front of Elisa with his feet, with pure intentions. Nothing he was going to hide from Elisa; he was prepared to answer sincerely everything Elisa would see in her question.

But without embarrassing, Elisa handed her a hand. Had Elisa recently heard the doctor pray, and she certainly thought the doctor now developed into the state she had hoped to come. Without any doubt, he trusted him.

“You don’t ask me anything,” the doctor said.

“I don’t need to ask anything, we understand each other.”

Doctor hesitated. Did Elisa understand her then? And it was wrong to use his confidence.

But if Elisa had no doubts, was there any reason to awaken her? The crazy man who doesn’t understand his happiness grabs, thought the doctor and grabbed his luck. Yes, he would take care of it, that nothing would be lost by Elisa’s trust.

In the evening, when she came to her room, Elisa longed for a quiet moment to gather her thoughts. The rush passed before he settled into the breath of emotion. He pulled the drawer open, looking for Sven Riinen’s paper and read, “Wash me, so I’ll be snow-white.” Like the distant Kayak, these words came to his ears, but he wanted to keep them in his heart for moments of joy and care. Nothing in your life should deprive you of the victory of the holy desire that manifested in these words. He felt that earthly happiness was in great danger, he also understood that the covenant he had today would not bring him joy and satisfaction alone in his life, but also pain and concern. But that thought didn’t frighten, on the contrary, it made him entertained. Nothing in the world should prevent him from pursuing his goal; no one should become more loved by heavenly noble.

“Wash me so that I would become snow-white,” he prayed earnestly.
“Wash us!”

Elisa sat in the sewing and Dr. Hessel looked at her work. Majuri walked back and forth on the floor telling the old ones. The audience was as good at the outside as the Major himself. Elisa knew them almost from word to word, as did Dr. Hessel, but nevertheless they sat silently listening. Then Major suddenly threw his call and asked the clock.

“Just over two,” Dr. Hessel replied.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about it?” said Major impatiently. “Already a quarter ago, I should have been resting. It was just a pity now, but when I get into a fun speech, forget about the time.”

And, as a matter of urgency, the Major disappeared into his room to win back some of the time he had lost. Majur had previously used to sleep after dinner, but now he had transferred his sleeping time from Dinner’s advice before dinner, setting the time between two and three. Nonetheless, after having eaten dinner again, he disappeared into his room and returned to the coffee drink. When Dr. Hessel explained that the purpose of the morning sleep was to make dinners unnecessary, Major explained in return that he hadn’t slept after dinner, at most, a little sleeping puppy. But the snoring that belonged to the Major’s room was a clear expression of the quality of Major’s diving.

After leaving Majuri, they were engaged in a double room. Elisa put her work aside and looked at the doctor.

“What do you want?” asked this cheerfully.

“You’ve found the foundation for your life, Alfred. Am I too intrusive if I ask how did you find it?”

“Intrusive,” Alfred said tenderly. “Don’t talk about intrusion between us!” And after a moment, he continued with a low-pitched voice:

“You ask how I found the foundation. Ask in the dark about how he found the star that suddenly came up in his path! do you go wrong if he keeps his foothold, and will not be thrown into the waves again? ”

“How can you even ask,” said Elisa, who explained
his speech according to his own heart. Didn’t know Elisa foretells that
The star of Alfred was not a star of heaven, nor was it the foundation from which
Alfred spoke, God meant.

“Did you need a long search before you found it?”

“Actually, my whole life has been searching, and I still haven’t found everything.”

He spoke true, but he never revealed to Elisa his real state. But did he need to talk about it more clearly? Can he give her anything that Elisa explained in her heavenly talk of earthly love, and put her words deeper into what she gave them? He had not lied to Elisa by himself, nor deliberately wanted to cover his eyes. Elisa wanted to deceive herself, and because she was happy in this disappointing state, why then deprive her of it? And this happiness would bring him true happiness, because the love of his spouse would teach him that someone else’s life is worth living.

“You are right; we have not yet discovered perfection; how do we feel once we have reached and reached the eternal goal,” Elisa answered gently.

The doctor said nothing. He had turned his face away, but Elisa, though they couldn’t see them, thought he was sure what they were saying at the moment. He did not wonder at all that Alfred did not want to bring out the most secret and sacred feelings of his heart, and he was attracted by Alfred’s recent beautiful, non-standard expression. Respecting her pride in price, she decided to do nothing more and wait until Alfred himself spoke voluntarily.

Gonggong’s rolling voice called for dinner. Dr. Hessel offered his arm to his bride.

With overwhelming happiness, Elisa grabbed it. Alongside Alfred, it seemed so safe to walk towards the future, so promising and bright it all looked like.

Already in March the wedding was started to prepare. Hirvenhov was washed, baked, cooked and baked. Major and Kristian felt everywhere on the road, but Mrs Edit was now in the right position, and Elisa had so much trouble not even having time to think. Several guests would come to live in Hirvenhov; they arrived already in the previous days of the wedding, so that the socialization started already before the work was done. It didn’t seem like the majesty was on the road anymore. He had so much fun that he had to forget what the upheaval would be like in the coming days. Of course, Elisa would not need to be separated as completely as Irene. Doctor’s official residence, which would change the ELISA, was located only a half a mile from the Hirvenhovista, a high hill Hann village woods elk back in the beach. So it would often be a Major daughter to meet her, and both Kristian and Edit had convinced her so gently that she wouldn’t need too much Elisa’s care.

Early in the morning, Elisa woke up. Now he had time to think, and it was imperative that there was a need to gather ideas. He didn’t want to sleep again and would hardly have come to sleep again. So he got up and dressed. Everyone was sleeping. The stars began to fade outside. Elisa went to the greenhouse, folded the most beautiful flowers from there and went to the cemetery for a shortcut to the cemetery through the Hanninkylä forest. Sven Riinen laid his flower pot on the tomb. It is no wonder that the thoughts were directed at him today, because if Sven Riise had lived, Elisa would now be her own. Love for Sven Rice had not died in Elisa; but it was not his second love in the way it was too much of the descendants. So, if that first love ever came to be like it had come, if it hadn’t been illuminated at the beginning of its life with pure eternity; Perhaps it would have been a matter of other things to prove that he was too little earthy for this world. This question came to Elisa’s mind, but he didn’t answer it; nor did he miss the answer. One thing was for him: Sven Riinen’s memory, that is, in his heart, and would always be there as a refining power for life.

dizziness and sickness feeling,dizziness anxiety

He saw his wedding day gradually brightening, its first rays falling on the cross of Sven Rice. First, happened to light the name of note: Sven Riise, and then, when the sun rose and its rays extending from a lower, enlightened day of his death numbers and eventually shone in gold royal words: “I am the resurrection and the life: he that believes in me, he will live, even though he would have died.”

Elisa got the peace she wanted. His coupled life came to break again and the turbulence of the thoughts stood. Quietly he repeatedly repeated the prayer that Sven Riise once prayed for him: that he should be fully Christ’s and affect others. Elisa remembered how happy she wanted to follow Sven Rice to death. He had expressed his desire to Riis, but he had explained that Elisa still had a lot to do in life. Maybe he was right; Perhaps this life task was directed to Alfred Hessel, to whom he was inaugurated today. As he thought, he returned from the cemetery and went home through the forest.

If Elisa had not acquired this early moment for her to calm down her mind and gather her thoughts, she would hardly have that one day. Puuha followed another, and everything was used to turning to him; in every place he had to be involved.

At two o’clock the ceremony took place. Gustav Adolf delivered it. He gave a short speech with the text: “I and my house serve the Lord.”

Deepest in heart, Elisa agreed with these words. Gustav Adolf’s speech warmed his heart. Someday he tried to see her husband’s gaze, but that didn’t seem to notice it.

After the ceremony, the dinner was started, and the mood was joyful. And yet the solemnity did not end at the table, but socializing continued until late at night.

I hardly ever met a more pleasant man than Dr. Hessel when he just wanted to be pleasant. And today he wanted. He was not content with the nobleman’s usual task of running alongside his bride in love with a lover; he moved freely with the guests for fun. But he always kept a close eye on Elisa, and often looked at her spouse proudly of her ownership.

The hand landed on his shoulder.

“One word, Hessel!”

It was Gustav Adolf. Dr. Hessel’s first thought was to escape that word because he thought it would be something serious. However, he had his mind. Now, as he is no longer afraid, Elisa is now his own. So they stepped a little farther off the others.

“Did my inauguration say anything that did not please you?” asked
Gustav Adolf.
“How so?”

“Looks like that.”

“Where did you see it?”

“Your facial expression.”

“Mistaken.”

“I hardly made a mistake. Say, Alfred, do you want your room to serve the Lord?”

“Show Him to Me, and serve Him.”

Gustav Adolf looked at him. Did he hear you wrong?

“I already thought you were a believer.”

“How did you come to such a thought?”

“Have you ever been so enthusiastic about discussing matters of faith in recent years, and how would you have chosen your wife like Elisa?”

“I have not chosen my wife like Elisa, but Elisa herself.”

“But Elisha, how he could write to me as he wrote; that you were unanimous in everything and that you had already found the foundation? How could you be so misled by you?”

“That’s what I did not do;

“Of course not such is Elisa,” Gustav Adolf replied fiercely, but at the same time Elisa once said that in his deepest heart he had something he didn’t even want to believe in his God. “In the absence of clarity, we easily shake off the illusion,” he added. “Straightness and sincerity both in front of God and in human beings are our most important living conditions.”

“Are you going to point out Elisa’s mistake?” asked Dr. Hessel.

“No; why would I do that? That’s your thing. Elisa’s parka!”

“I promise you don’t need her pity,” Dr. Hessel replied. “But you don’t think about me at all, but you alone. Is it Christian? Think about what I would have been without him!”

“No one can save another.”

“And then do not repent anyway, so I can not hurt your sister. I think it would be better for you to give me a blessing for my life from this day.”

Having said this, Dr. Hessel went back to his wedding guests, waiting for a word from Gustav Adolf.

Gustav Adolf went into his room to be alone. This conversation had accelerated his mind. It was natural that he mainly took care of his sister’s happiness. What did Alfred Hessel mean to him compared to Elisa! Yes, it was natural that he thought so, but was it right? Did he allow natural ties to shrink their hearts so that it could no longer open into a dwelling for the great love that encompasses everything? After all, Alfred Hessel was his neighbor, like Elisha, and was not his duty, as a disciple of Christ, to take care of the affection of that man just as tenderly, even less than the feelings of his sister. It also required it. But was only Elisa’s feelings here? Isn’t much more? Who would be stronger in getting together, Elisako or Alfred? Which one should win the other side?

The door was knocked lightly. Gustav Adolf knew well who knocked this way. Before he made a response, Elisa stepped on the doorstep.

Bridal veil wavy up to light summer hat around her and eyes shining from the shadow of the storm crown as stars; The light spring of the spring evening and the mental movement made her obediently pale.

“I didn’t want to leave my home without saying goodbye,” he said.

Gently closed Gustav Adolf to his embrace, he warned against wrinkling and moving the crown from his seat. But there was power in his embrace. It was an unspoken assurance of his powerfully protective brotherly love; Elisa would always trust him.

“May the god be with you!” he said. “Do not let anyone or any one of you out of His hand.”

“His hand is strong, and he will hold him firmly, you know it,” Elisa answered confidently.

Unconsciously, he answered the question that Gustav Adolf had worried about himself. Who was the strongest? Not Elisa, but she was protected by Elisa.