Perhaps Village | Chapter 2 | English Story | Shin Bee Amsi
Chapter 2
Perhaps village
There was
a village, and it was old and pretty. The houses were black and white and
very small. There were a lot of animals.
The girl
stopped at a house and smiled at me. “Come in, please,” she said.
I went
in. The house was very clean, but it was strange, too. There was a fire and
some food above it. I felt hungry then.
“That’s
strange,” I thought. “They cook their food over a wood fire! Perhaps they have
no money.”
I met her
father and mother, and I liked them. They were nice people, but their clothes
were strange.
“Sit
down,” said the old man. “Are you thirsty after your walk?”
He gave
me a drink, and I said, “Thank you.” But the drink was strange, too. It was
dark brown and very strong. I didn’t understand. But I was happy there.
I asked
about petrol, but the old man didn’t understand.
“Petrol?”
he asked. “What is that?”
“This is
strange,” I thought.
Then I
asked, “Do you walk everywhere?”
The old
man smiled. “Oh, no, we use horses,” he said.
“Horses!”
I thought. “Horses are very slow. Why don’t they have cars?”
But I
didn’t say that to the old man.
I felt
happy there. I stayed all day, and I ate dinner with them that evening. Then
the girl and I went out into the garden. The girl’s name was Mary.
“This is
nice, we like having visitors. We do not see many people here.” she said.
We spoke
happily. She was very beautiful. But after a time, she began to talk quietly,
and her face was sad.
“Why are
you sad?” I asked her.
“I cannot
tell you. You are only a visitor here. We have to say goodbye tonight. You have
to go now,” she said.
I didn’t
understand. I loved her. I knew that. And I wanted to help her. Why did I have
to go? But Mary said again in a sad voice, “You have to go. It is dangerous
here.”
So, I
said, “I'll go to the next town and find some petrol. Then I’ll come back.”
She
didn’t speak.
“I love
you, Mary,” I said. “And I’ll come back to you. You won’t stop me.”
She said goodbye to me at the door. Her face was very sad, and I was sad, too. I didn’t want to go.

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