No matter that she has a son, who is almost my age; Nina looks glowing. She is from Ukraine and has no problem flirting with a kid like me. We walk in the woods and talk about mushrooms, which we can't find during hot and dry summers in Georgia. I carve little boat with my beautiful pen knife. I use natural bark layers to decorate it with wavy lines. It's coming out pretty elegant and I am thinking to give it to Nina as a present when it's finished.
Somebody calls us. Now we are surrounded by a bunch of village hooligans. They act and talk very aggressively but I feel that they like Nina.
I continue carving and pretend that I am very cool. Suddenly the biggest guy who is much older, starts cursing me and pushing me around but I keep my eyes on my little boat. Push, I almost fell.
I push him back...but I have a knife in my hand... I forgot. I sink my blade in his stomach. He squeals! Oh gosh it sounds that I stabbed him!!!
Next thing I feel is my burning in pain, cracking jaw.
I fly through the air very slowly and land on my back. I get a few more kicks in the stomach, while I am lying on the ground and see how Nina is running away.
Tough kids are leaving and screaming death treats to me. Tears are dripping from my eyes. My blue cheek is swollen.
Parents and relatives of the older hooligan I accidentally stabbed surround our house and try to get me. They are telling my mom to give her son away and that they want to punish me cruelly. My mom disagrees, she says that now it's too late to punish me and that painful punishment is not going to teach me anything good.
I am hiding behind the fence in the bushes. I finish my ship and make a sail for it out of sheet of paper. It's getting darker and starts to rain.
The offended boy is sobbing low and showing his wound. At least I know that he is alive. The angry crowd leaves but I still hear sobbing and cursing far away.
Now I am relieved. Rain created little streams on the ground. On the sail of my stripy boat I write: - "Goodbye Nina!". I put it into one of the streams on the road and watch it sailing away into the darkness.
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