This is a true story. The events described took place in western Ukraine in 1991. At the request of the main character of the events, all names have been changed. The story will be based on the words of the main character. Believe it or not you decide.
Part 4
Back in the village, I was immediately stopped by the first person I met. He was an old friend of the family Vasily Vasilyevich, and concurrently our neighbor through two houses. First of all he silently examined me and began to ask in a menacing voice:
Where have you been? What happened? They were looking for you! Admit where you were !?
- Shaking me by the shoulders, Vasilyevich asked me.
I was dumbfounded, the shock of past events did not pass. I did not expect such a stormy reaction to my little delay. In just a few minutes, a couple more people came to us. I was led to the street lamp and began to inspect. On the hands and feet there were abrasions, but I did not feel pain, and they were not critical. As from nowhere, suddenly my dad appeared. My father, as always, without understanding, started yelling at me. He casually thanked everyone who stood beside me, firmly took my hand and we went to the side of the house. On the way I asked only one question:
Where have you been wandering all this time !?
- He asked menacingly.
I had a fear of my father, because he was very angry. He asked questions and the only thing I answered was that I was looking for our dog and got lost. Near our house stood my mother. I expected that she would be angry with me. But she hugged me and we all went to the house together.
My father wanted to flog me, but my mother stopped him. She always protected me from him. I began to tell how everything was, but my mother interrupted me, not giving me an explanation of what had happened. The question she asked me at that moment simply drove me into a stupor:
Sonny, where were you 2 days? Tell me everything in order !? We were all very worried about you!
- She asked, it was, and in her eyes at that moment tears were coming.
I felt goose bumps on my back, could not answer. For some time I completely lost my speech. What 2 days ?! After all, I was not only a few hours. I know for sure that I left this evening. I could not spend 2 days in the forest and I am sure that I noticed this. Hunger would have made itself felt. But now I did not want to eat, drink or sleep.
There was a strong sense of unreality in everything that was happening. For a while I spent thinking about it, trying to understand how this could happen. But the course of my thoughts was interrupted by an endless stream of questions of the mother and in parallel with them, the questions of the pope. I continued to tell everything that happened to me. It was evident from the parents' faces that the father, a skeptical person, clearly does not believe a single word from me. But the mother on the contrary, deeply religious, most likely believed me. After the conversation, I washed my face and I was put to bed. However, I fell asleep not immediately, but very firmly.
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