Story, part 17

Story, part 17   The entire village gathered for the evening ceremony that had been talked about for days. All festively dressed and serious. While several of the girls swung silently back and forth with incense, leaving a thick fog behind them, Magnificent spoke:  – We recently welcomed two wonderful new people to our village  She spoke slowly and loudly. She turned to Nuszka and the girl standing next to her, who had joined the village at the same time:  – although you have undoubtedly already had the opportunity to experience it, I want to assure you that your new home is a unique and good place. They talk about us in various ways, but whoever does not agree with our rules of love, does not deserve to be here.  Nuszka’s stomach turned strangely. Suddenly, she felt burdened with the responsibility to deserve the privilege of staying in the village. Magnificent continued:  – To make it easier for you to cut off your old life, today you are given new names.  She came up to them and put on Nuszka a wreath interspersed with sumptuous white flowers. Slow, rhythmic sound of drums filled the air. Nuszka, surprised by the course of events, first pushed back the wreath slightly and looked questioningly at Magnificent. She gently withdrew her hands and, looking into Nuszka’s eyes, said softly:  – You have to choose between greatness and smallness. You have freedom of choice.  Nuszka ran her gaze over the crowd, they stood almost motionless, staring at her. She felt as if she were seeing them all for the first time. She swallowed hard and tilted her...

From Marysia’s diary

From Marysia’s diary Today I told him not to come again, that I would not let him in anymore. He’s been occupying my mind for half a year now, yet he’s ashamed to walk by the hand with me in front of my neighbor. He was angry, but I had to end it…  * I dreamed that I was in an embrace with Wiciu, but without regrets. In my sleep I also heard the voice of the woman I sometimes see in the field. She said it would be okay. Where did she come from in this dream? I’ve never spoken to her.  * This morning I bled, although I expected it in several days. It hurts like hell! My mother says that it hurt her too when she was young, but that doesn’t comfort me.  * This woman who works in the neighbor’s field always smiles at me, never says anything, and nobody talks to her. She only smiles at me that way. I am afraid of her at times, what could she possibly want from me?   * Today this woman spoke to me. She said, “Your temple is healing.” I didn’t know what she meant, but I was touched by the tenderness on her face. Maybe she feels like I’m suffering? Then she started humming a melody so sad that I cried. And when the boy from the market saw me later, he stared at me and asked how I felt. Just leave me alone!  * This woman is gone, I last saw her two weeks ago. I have a really bad luck, either I send away those who mean something to me, or they just leave. Luckily a...

Story, part 16

Story, part 16 The days passed slowly and delightfully.  The old woman with whom Nuszka spoke right after reaching the village was simply called “grandma”. Grandma seemed to have a special role in the village. More than once, she was seen in her hut receiving people who needed to complain and cry, both women and men. Everyone loved Grandma so much that they often went to see her instead of the healer. Her wonderful stories were full of magic and wise morals, they taught more about life than could be heard from the sages. Grandma has always been modest and welcomed praise with a laugh.  Nuszka also spent a lot of time with Jadzia and other girls from the village. Since they heard the (made up) story about Nushka’s escape from the Blue Village, they didn’t ask for details. They seemed to take a disrespectful attitude to everything that happened outside their own village, believing that there was no better place in the world. Nushka could not agree more with that.  She was fascinated by the villagers and delighted with the omnipresent greetings intertwined with tender and beautiful words. The council members spent most of their time in isolation, and when they did appear, they quickly passed like shadows, not exchanging a word with anyone. These people were accompanied by an aura that aroused admiration and strange anxiety at the same time. The greatest mystery, however, was the village head. However, for the sake of the “littleness” of this word, as explained by the inhabitants of the village, the woman was not called the village administrator, but “Magnificent”...

Story, part 14

Story, part 14 So, you came from the Blue Village? – the old woman asked, tearing off a blade of grass and twirling it around her fingers. In the darkness warmed by the light of a great bonfire, one could hear the joyful screams of young girls playing by the fire and with music.  Yes – Nuszka replied – not far from here  Mmm – the woman nodded, being well aware that Blue Village is a day away on horseback – you’re well equipped then, with a tattered dress.   They robbed me on the way.   Of course, there are plenty of bad guys over there in the woods … How is your village progressing with the construction of the Three-Headed statue?  Nuszka cursed inside the idea of telling a lie about the fact that she comes from the Blue Village. She knew nothing about the statue. Before she could utter a word, the woman’s watchful eye caught her consternation.  Jadzia told me everything – she said, pretending that she was directing all her attention to the smooth blade of grass that she held in her hand  About the statue?  No, everything she knew about you – the woman looked at Nuszka from the corner of her eye to see the girl’s frowning eyebrows  Did she?  Oh yes. It’s just that she knows very little – this time the woman looked straight at her and Nuszka had the impression that her big gray eyes pierced her – and still I told her not to say anything to anyone. She said you were lost.  Nuszka lowered her head and sighed heavily.  I’m not from the Blue Village, but I can say no more. I need a safe place to gather my thoughts now, so if you agree, then…  Alright sweetheart. You’re safe here – the woman’s big eyes shone with emotion, as if she remembered something that made understanding Nuszka easier.  The woman turned her gaze to the dancing women and laughed softly.  There are no men here today. I’m old, but I can still dance – with unconcealed effort, but eagerly she stood up and encouraged Nuszka to do the same – come on, girl! Don’t let me go alone!  It has been a long time for Nuszka since the last, carefree dances, so she got up vigorously, let the old woman grab her arm and walked with her towards the fire, looking around at what was happening around her.  Groups of women gathered here and there. Some, chuckling and braiding each other’s braids, told stories only known to them. Others were focused on fortune-telling that Nuszka had never seen before. The youngest girls simply chased each other in the meadow and jumped on the elders’ laps. The atmosphere was light and mysterious at the same time.  Walking and looking around in a happy mood, Nuszka for a moment had the impression that she saw a familiar, hunched figure in the distance. When she looked back at the same spot a second later, the figure was gone. Quickly forgetting that moment, she surrendered herself to the magical aura...

Story, part 13

Story, part 13 As she finished eating a large piece of bread that had been brought to her, Nuszka hear the girl’s voice over her head:  – Quickly, sweetheart. I will give you more food at home. I know that you are hungry – the girl who was saying that knelt down in front of Nuszka, frowning in worry – Poor you   – Thank you – Nuszka smiled as she felt the warmth spreading over her stomach while she was eating the delicious bread.  – Finally you’re smiling! – the girl smiled – my name is Jadzia, and yours? – I’m Noffhka – she replied with her mouth full.  – Come on sweetheart, you’ll finish it on the way. It’s close! – the girl exclaimed, extending her hand to Nuszka.  – Why the rush? – with such a delicious meal, Nuszka was in no hurry to go somewhere else  – Because it is dusk and I am afraid, because at home I have a lot of food for you, because today we are dancing at … – One SEC! – Nuszka interrupted her – Your company is enough for me  – To have my company, you must come with me – Well I don’t care THIS much about your company- Nuszka laughed   Jadzia knelt down in front of her and looked into her eyes.  – What do you care about then? What are you looking for? – Suddenly the girl sounded much more serious than before – you don’t want to say. Maybe you’ve been banished, maybe you ran away from your evil husband, I’m not asking. But I come and help you out of my good will. Isn’t that a sign for you that my intentions are good?  Both assumptions were partially true. “Maybe you’ve been banished” – her tribe said goodbye to her in anger and without understanding. “Maybe you ran away from your evil husband,” that sentence, for some unexplained reason, touched her in a was she could not define. She heard a soft, gentle “go, go” voice in her head. What she was about to say was a surprise to her:   – Lead.   – Yes! – exclaimed Jadzia. She encouraged Nuszka to get up, took her hand and started walking.  On the way, Nuszka was repeating the words of Baba Yaga in her mind: “Your heart brought you to me. Then why don’t you let it lead you further? ”. Apparently it’s the heart.  Jadzia was a little shorter than her and she seemed very young. Nuszka, however, did not deal with people very often, so she was not able to accurately determine Jadzia’s age. – How old are you? – she asked  – 14, and you?  – 90  – You have already survived with four husbands at least! – Jadzia replied, of course having treated it as a joke – how was it?  – Weird – that was the first word that came to her mind.  – It’s here – Jadzia announced, pointing to the burning fire behind the small lake   A thrill ran through Nushka. She had no...

Story, part 12

Story, part 12 She heard laughter from behind the tree, and before she could locate its owner with her eyes, the branch moved, and a smiling gentleman emerged from behind it.  – I couldn’t take it anymore, he told her joyfully  – Don’t touch me ugly man! – Nuszka threw a handful of blueberries at the stranger as if it were to be any weapon against him.  – You wish! Maybe you are not ugly, but some kind of … blue – he looked at her with a smile, tilting his head slightly  She bent down to look at her reflection and saw intense purple streaks on her face from passionately consumed berries. – Who are you and where did you get so many berries from? – the man inquired  – Go away – she replied, standing up cautiously – they were here when I woke up – When you woke up? Wait…  – Go away! – she shouted, throwing a short but thick stick raised from the ground at him  The surprised man managed to jump to the side.  – You’re wild!  – Oh yes I am!  – I’m not going to hurt you. – his tone softened.  She didn’t answer. Until a few days ago, she might have been a threat to him. Now she felt vulnerable.  – I’ve been watching you for a while, you look lost. Where are you from?  – I will not talk to the man  – Really? – he was honestly surprised by this – did any hurt you so much?  – I think so – she replied, remembering the vision she had in Baba Yaga’s hut  The man couldn’t help laughing again:  – “I think so” – he repeated after her – come with me to the village, at least they will dress you somehow and you will go on your way  – Be gone – she absolutely did not like this idea  – Okay, I’m leaving and you starve to death if you want. You won’t survive for long eating blueberries.  He turned around and picked up his bow and arrows from the grass behind the tree. Greatly intrigued by the wild stranger, he walked away without looking back until the first bushes passed by. From behind them he coded in his memory every trail that could later direct him to the girl, and he knew that this would not be the last time he saw her.  ***  She stood and watched him go until she lost sight of him. Despite her belief in evil intentions and fear of every human being, she was exhausted by the constant sense of insecurity. She was on the verge of jumping up and running after him. ...

Story, part 11

Story, part 11 The only thing that she felt was serenity and safety. And presence of a protective element really close to her. Waking up didnt make sense at all, so she kept...