Sad story
People in the village called him, Crazy. Nobody spoke to him, and he stayed away from people. Nobody knew where he lived. He had abandoned the family for years. At the time, parents used his name as punishment for their children in cases where they were stubborn. I had been told that if I met him on the street, not look him in the eye, not talk to him,just go. Seemd that He knew all this and always walked through places without people.
It was like a silent pact between him and the village. "You can move through our fields and forests, just leave us alone."
I remember it was a hot summer day, the night had not yet entered. People in the village were being locked up in their homes. I was still outside at the spring on the village side. My grandfather asked me for cold spring water.
I filled the jug ... and I was getting ready to leave when a black shadow appeared in front of me. I froze in place. He was the crazy one .. My eyes met his ... But surprisingly there was nothing scary in them. I quickly removed my gaze and ran away, my heart pounding.
I did not tell anyone I met him.I was afraid that people would abandon me too. Years later ... when I happened to remember him.. and his look .. I saw only that those blue eyes was screaming for warmth, for life ...
This was his lonely life,with a sad story. Something happened to him on the first night of his wedding.
Since then he left the family .... The old people said that someone did magic to him... to wander all his life like crazy ... without shelter, without love...
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