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The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Andreyev
Book, page 181 / 270



Then he moved quickly to Jesus, who waited for him in silence, and
he directed his straight, sharp look, like a knife, into His calm,
darkened eyes.

"Hail, Master!" he said loudly, charging his words of usual greeting
with a strange and stern meaning.

But Jesus was silent, and the disciples looked at the traitor with
horror, not understanding how the soul of a man could contain so much
evil. Iscariot threw a rapid glance at their confused ranks, noticed
their quiver, which was about to turn into a loud, trembling fear,
noticed their pallor, their senseless smiles, the drowsy movements of
their hands, which seemed as though fettered in iron at the shoulders
--and a mortal sorrow began to burn in his heart, akin to the sorrow
Christ had experienced before. Outstretching himself into a hundred
ringing, sobbing strings, he rushed over to Jesus and kissed His cold
cheek tenderly. He kissed it so softly, so tenderly, with such
painful love and sorrow, that if Jesus had been a flower upon a thin
stalk it would not have shaken from this kiss and would not have
dropped the pearly dew from its pure petals.

"Judas," said Jesus, and with the lightning of His look He illumined
that monstrous heap of shadows which was Iscariot's soul, but he
could not penetrate into the bottomless depth. "Judas! Is it with a
kiss you betray the Son of Man?"

And He saw how that monstrous chaos trembled and stirred.
Speechless and stern, like death in its haughty majesty, stood Judas
Iscariot, and within him a thousand impetuous and fiery voices
groaned and roared:

"Yes! We betray Thee with the kiss of love! With the kiss of love
we betray Thee to outrage, to torture, to death! With the voice of
love we call together the hangmen from their dark holes, and we place
a cross--and high over the top of the earth we lift love, crucified
by love upon a cross."

Thus stood Judas, silent and cold, like death, and the shouting and
the noise about Jesus answered the cry of His soul. With the rude

 
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