St. Peter and the Gypsies

 source Net St. Peter grew old, hunched over, and exhausted. His legs no longer held him, and it was difficult for him to meet the candidates for Paradise in person. His hands weakened and he could barely open the heavy wrought-gold gates of heaven for the worthy to enter. That's why you took a young and strong angel as a helper. He gave him the connection to the keys, the notebook and the necessary instructions and retired to his rooms, but from time to time he looked at the monitors around him and watched how the angel was doing. A few days later, on the way to Paradise, a group of dark-skinned men set out and the assistant went out to meet them. As they approached, the smell of them made his nose wrinkle, as it had nothing to do with the scent of the gardens behind him. "They must have lived without water in the desert, since they are so unwashed and with bodies and clothes blackened by dirt," he thought. Anticipating the pleasures that awaited them in Paradise, the dark-skinned grinned at him, baring their yellowed, eaten teeth. "What are you?" "Romi ..." one of them replied, moving his cigarette from one side of his almost toothless mouth to the other. The angel made a quick reference to the pocket computer given to him by St. Peter and, for some reason, called by him a "notebook." - Gypsies are not allowed in Paradise! - he informed them and nervously spread his wings. - Why? Aren't we Roma plowing ...? They murmured at him, scratching their shaggy heads and unshaven beards. - Go away! You are not here! The winged man cut them off and hid behind the gates. He had just locked up and heard St. Peter calling to him. - What were these people like and why did you send them away? He asked the flying angel. - Gypsies. The files in the notebook you gave me say that they are very lazy, dirty, lying and stealing a lot. I decided that their place was not in Heaven, so I did not let them go. "You were wrong." You should have let them go ... "But it says in the notebook ..." "Have you thought about where they're going now?" Hell's colleagues won't take them either. It is already crowded with devils, and they will not go there either ... So they go back to Earth and will continue to drive it the old way, and no one can change them there. You had to let them in here, to integrate them into our society. You should not forget that the Lord God has made people equal in his likeness and image ... - here St. Peter secretly crossed himself and added: - Therefore, go and bring them back, if they have not yet come down to Earth. The angel obediently flew away, but returned a minute later more dead than alive. "They're gone!" They're gone! He reported, dying of fear. "Hey, they're very fast!" Nothing, don't worry. Next time, when other gypsies come, let them in. - Of course for the gypsies, but what are we going to do with the Gates of Paradise? I say about them that they have disappeared ...