Do those marionettes really want Pavel Seviarynets to voluntarily get into their car?
There was a shed with peat on the way from our house to the school in the village of Pahost, Vorsha district, where we started our teaching path. They fired the furnace with peat at school. So, right in front of the shed there was a terrific soft spot full of fragmented peat.
Whenever we headed for the river, little Pavel would dive into this peat. He would get up all black, laughing. It was impossible to reprimand him for that or to try to stop those dives – he would do it anyway! And then he would run away from us as fast as his little legs could. “Pasha, wait!!!” And he runs faster. Okay, you want it this way? “Run, son, run!!!” Then he would stop…
Do those marionettes in police hats really want Pavel Seviarynets to voluntarily get into their car? Do those bastards in judge uniforms think they can stop him? Hah! If you want to stop him, I can tell you what to do – close down that disgraceful barrel house on thew bones!
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