Yvo Yaleski, a man, the parents emigrated long time ago of Poles to America have, had a man of a simple way, firm faith and reverent. He believed, in God on what his parents lectured him to which. All other things did not apply to him. This family did not arrive with this peculiarity everywhere. On the contrary, they discovered resistance again and again. You were followed and sentenced. No-one in their vicinity wanted to have her. You were regarded as peculiar. What they were not in the reason. You only lived in their faith and their way. Got to a „normal“ class society but such an abnormality not accepted, into. Exactly one did not live so like the rest of the society if one was ejected. This painful experience also had to experience Yvo. Spare in earliest childhood.
Parents died, it had it still more heavily and as be. This was then the reason at long last why it had retired always more, too. Work could not be thought of because nobody wanted to employ such an outsider. And what had to come came one day. It was no longer capably of paying and an action for eviction coming so his flat against him. It let everything go out weak-willedly about himself. Its furniture was put into a state hall up to that day
on which it would have a flat again.
But it was no more interested at it. He wanted to live under the cope of heaven freely like the birds without a dependence of other. Without having to ask somebody, I may have this or that one. No, he claimed to be his own gentleman and masters for himself. Following his faith further and living after that. And he moved around it with a couple of personal belongings to the woods. Woods which far off were of his hometown, where no-one knew them nearby. Because they knew, now and then, only they will have to go to a town and it is to get a litre of milk or like that.
In these woods they did not even build themselves a hut but lived inside a tree which was split by a lightning. They felt well and indigenous to the protection of the tree. He always had been of the opinion, one could understand all animals of the world and they understood for one. It just the same was with the plants. One could understand and talk with them even himself also them provided that the vein had one to this. He thought he had this gift. He simply lived long time about in the woods, what the woods gave him lived on this
and could be never looked in any town. He had not had desire to date to see people or even to speak with them. But this should change. Because he created all sorts of things, like spoons, forks, bowls and other useful objects from dunnage for the household in the woods. And he needed more time than necessary there these accumulated on a massive scale. Through this he came a different one around himself a little onto the idea of selling her in the near situated town, but to allow oneself only fruits and mushrooms of the woods again, too.
It had ravenous appetite. It wanted into a slab of chocolate to bite again. Or easy to eat a piece of bread. Its diet had already got one-sided in the woods. And they hoped for it with their goods produced to change.
How show oneself later should, a disastrous decision? But at first they hoped one would not reject them and buy the couple of things from them, because their clothes also require a renewal. They were extremely ragged, however, the hole already had arisen into this not that. He lived only in the woods, he really wanted to own
clothes down these not only like rag of the body even if hung. And it was already necessary primarily for the cold season to have clothes which also warm him.
He got on the way to the nearby town. He had already watched the hustle and bustle of people of far sometimes. If he made his brief surveys of the woods. He wanted to go there on a direct way but today. His heart beat intensely in his body. It was a funny feeling after such long time alone only under the animals and plants of the woods to talk with people again.
Yvo slowly approached the town. His intellect told him it shall turn around but the curiosity on this town was greater anyway than the fear which it carried around.
The streets seemed to be endless. It felt the looks of people at himself as well as if they would pull it out. When he approached crossroads and looked to the side street, he could recognize that a market was held there. This was, because he had the possibility of joining the other dealers and the product a happy circumstance to offer.
He sat down to the beginning of the market at once, spread his product and sent people on himself. He knew he would not simply have it, around because his clothes did not load at all, that people went beamingly toward him he tear the product out of the hands. Therefore he behaved quietly. Not had been good in Yvo's situation because stand out.
It already lasted for a whole while before one of the passers-by agreed to ask for the prices for the product.
„How much shall the bowls cost, then?“ An older woman pointed the stick at the bowls.
Gave Yvo the price with a lowered look and the woman began to laugh.
Did she laugh at it because she considered the price too expensive? „I can go off also a little if this is too expensive for them.“ Yvo almost already seemed coy.
„Too expensive?“ The woman laughed from a full neck again. „You too expensively say? I must say
to you, my boy, if you give away your product, then you do not have money for the life.“ It fell silent with hers laugh and looked its opposite number paints correctly with the first one.
„You are not from here, or what?“ This one rather worked your look now, a witch as a dear older woman.
„Now ........“ Yvo did not know so properly whether it should tell her the truth.
„Has it left you speechless?“ The woman walked everything too slowly.
„Now ...“ Yvo decided to say the truth. „I already live quite a number of years, there behind in the woods. I am not from here but I live here now.“ Everybody had to remark now he was already no more under people for a long time. His whole behaviour indicated that he was unsafe in dealing with his neighbours.
„Young, what shall it? I can not care. Your bowls are manufactured wonderfully and I would like to buy three pieces of this, however, I determine the
price, my young one, so that you can buy something proper for you.“ And she pushed him several banknotes into her hand, had demanded a multiple one more, as him with that. But he did not say no because when he looked doubtingly at the money to then look the woman into the eyes he could recognize look by hers, if he still lost a wrong word now, then she could become to the fury.
But he had been lucky with this woman. The woman had left the stand of Yvo, others came and admired the things from it then hardly that. And the one or other also bought something from it. Yvo asked no more fixed price but asked people what it is worth to them, then. People assessed this one and the value also paid it. What, and this was always more Yvo undreamed never had itself.
It had taken more on this day when dared ever to hope. He could afford many things. Not only clothes but also eating the one or other to this. Loaded so fully he made to himself on the way home again. Pride and content felt him. No-one had let only a disparaging remark off or only looked at him also at an angle. He was, so anyway
it appeared to him, accepted. And this already sufficed him.
Week by week and month by month passed. And Yvo was seen with pleasure in this town. One had himself to it and it gets used to the town. These everyone knew it, mentioned it to only the hermits from the woods. Everybody knew he would live in the woods in front of the town and handed this to them. One described them as a kind obliging person. No-one wanted to know a little over his past they were only interested in his things in the reason and at the stories which he sometimes gave to the best one. He then talked about the animals in the woods and the plants.
At all the stories some described him as a spinner but one did not tell it to him directly into the face and let him grant.
The best season, the summer, was just around line as Yvo like always in the woods to collect their herbs and other things. They primarily used the herbs to prepare themselves teas, or having a medicated ointment at smaller injuries. He came to the edge of the woods on which the town borders by chance.
Loud cries of a child frightened him. Hastily he ran toward the place and already saw of further as a man attacked quickly in the direction of this town. Its herbs it did not make any broader thoughts on it to itself since Yvo could otherwise recognize nothing and continued to search together.
On the way back to its accommodation it passed this place again and saw as a woman sat on the knees and a child stopped in the arm and sobbed loudly. „Why my child? Why my child?“ She repeated this sentence again and again.
Several people stood around her and discussed with each other. But what they spoke Yvo could not understand. To this they spoke too softly. A presentiment let it be careful, around which it crept more nearly close to the place but always in the protection of the trees.
When it had got closer so it could the voices fairly clear hear.
„Only this one can have been hermit this from the woods. Otherwise who should be an interested to kill a child?“ The other ones nodded eagerly to
this. We „must“ other voices penetrated into his ear have to take hold of him so that he is sentenced and not die still more children.
Yvo crept up to panic and fear. Why in all the world did one suspect it? It could not understand it. Up to today which had it caused harm for nobody who was only always friendly towards all people of the town. And did they suspect him now? Where from this hate, this rejection?
He knew only one at this moment, he had to go back deeply in the woods again. They would not find him there. And perhaps they would find the true perpetrator in the meantime.
Under muster all caution, slipped away Yvo of the place to be not discovered. When it felt safe to be not seen, it straightened up again and ran most quickly to the woods. When it had arrived on its tree, it tried to enter with the trees into contact. They could the hope explain to it, what had happened there in. But he had the feeling somehow as if they would be silent today. Also regarded him as the murderer they the small?
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