the disciples of christ, luke and cleopas, went home to emaus, away from jerusalem, a terrible city,et, forget everything. there was a lonely man sitting on the side of the road, where are you going? to emmaus, i’m with you, let’s go, something happened to you, why are there such sad faces? were you not in jerusalem for easter? our teacher died, they crucified him, he taught the truth, saved people, raised the dead, what a terrible death, it was necessary to take him away from jerusalem, to hide him, but who? could have thought, he came to the city as a king, as one with power, he probably himself believed that he was the messiah, and we believed, believed, that’s all it’s over, there are no more tears, they cried for him, for themselves, the weaker women, they went crazy with grief, today they came running, screaming, the stone was rolled away, the coffin was empty, he was resurrected. everyone understands, the body was taken away and hidden, who knows why, and it doesn’t matter, it’s an angel, well, if it’s easier for them, the fellow traveler listened, sympathized, it seemed like