Suddenly, he looked around and heard a weak, weak voice, as if it was calling for help. In the cover of the dark night, voices flowed at night.... So he heard the weak voice and approached the source of the voice to see who was speaking, as the letters were not clear. He looked and did not find anything around him in the dim light of the lamp, but he heard the voice and made it clear that it was the voice of a man. He says: I... I am oppressed... I... I am oppressed.
So he tried to follow the voice, as it said who was speaking, "Peace be upon you, show yourself, you are safe." He found the voice clear and coming from below, so he looked under his feet and found only the head of a beautiful young man, no more than twenty, talking and repeating, "I.. I am oppressed..." I.. . I am oppressed.