The Negro Torquato, the caretaker of one estate, promised Saint Lazarus:
“As soon as I shoot two pigeons, I will immediately bring one to your altar in Mother Teresa’s hut.”
The morning was cold, but Torquato still got up early and went hunting with a gun. He walked along the boundary and had only taken a few steps when he saw two pigeons cooing in the thicket of the guiro. The pigeons did not sense danger. The black man crept closer, stopped, took aim and fired. One bird fell to the ground, and the other quickly flew away...
- Saint Lazarus! Catch him! This is your dove! - Torquato shouted and rushed to pick up the shot bird.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru