Sooner or later, this happens to everyone: a push, a loss of balance, an instant of free flight and a meeting with the ground. The fall is familiar to everyone who rides a horse, and in our history is no exception.
After Lukiia was a child, she fell...
We came faster than I thought" - Malik said with a grin, looking at the large lake.
I walked slowly towards the shore. I went to the water, a girl looked at me from the water surface, her black eyes reflected sadness, with wavy copper short hair, slightly tanned skin, in her favorite striped shirt, unbuttoned by one button, revealing her neck wrapped in a black silk scarf. I ran my hand over my face, the reflection in the lake exactly repeated my movements. I smiled.
"Oh, what a beauty, if only she smiled so often" - Malik said dreamily, walking along the shore.
"I can smile, but only when I really want to..." - I muttered, looking after him.
I noticed something strange very far away ... in the middle of the lake? Maybe this is a prison?
I took the binoculars out of my bag. And she began to look into the distance ...
A big tree...? And a structure built around it? Even with binoculars, you can't see much.
I took the binoculars away from my eyes and put the binoculars back in my bag.
"Malik" - called a friend, he turned around and looked at me questioningly - "let's walk to that building" - I said, pointing with my hand.
"I'll follow you wherever you go" - he said, scratching his stubble.
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For several hours I have been looking with admiration at the structure surrounded by the lake. The prison was built around a large tree and caused a lot of emotions.
I sat under a tree and sketched in my sketchbook.
"Is this a prison?" - asked Malik, sitting next to me. There was silence around, only the cicadas chirped from time to time.
"It seems that yes. This is the only structure surrounded by water" - I answered, not distracting from the drawing.
The pencil moved neatly over the snow-white paper, drawing strict lines on it. Strands of hair fell down to the drawing, which greatly disturbed me. Here on a piece of paper you could recognize the silhouette of a prison.
I drew so diligently that I did not notice how someone sat next to me.
"What are you drawing? Can I see?" - the sonorous voice of the boy made me flinch slightly with surprise.
I slowly turned my head to look at the boy who had interrupted my class. He wears a weird red and black hat and yellow beaded necklace. He wears "haori?" but there is nothing underneath. He wears large pants with a yellow rope around his waist.
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"I... I... "- at this moment, it seems, I could not connect even one sentence.
"Luki, have completely forgotten how to talk with the living" - Malik laughed, stepping aside.
But I don't know Japanese, my father, of course, sent me letters with different words, but ...
He asked to see?
Shyly, I handed him the album. He carefully accepted it and began to examine each page with interest.
"You draw beautifully!"
"This is just a sketch, but thanks" - I looked at him gratefully, putting down my pencil.
"Are you a foreigner? Where are you from?" - he asked, his dark eyes flashing joyfully.
"Yes ... I recently arrived from Britain" - I answered, picking up my album.
He was even more delighted when I said that I was a foreigner.
"My name is Chutaru Kumo, the third son of the Kumo family" - the child proudly introduced himself. He speaks quickly, he kind of introduced himself, if I'm not mistaken.
"I... Lukiia Baker..." - I said, and held out my hand, and the boy shook it happily.
"Come, take a walk with me" - Chutaru pulled my hand - "I'm sure you're wondering how we live"
"Well, yes ... a little ..."
"That is great. Come on, I'll introduce you to the brothers, we live not far from here" - the eyes of the younger Kumo burned with anticipation.
Thanks to this meeting with Chutaro, I met another person who changed my life and made me believe in what I never believed in.
