Ray

18+ Lived, was fine, didn’t worry. Ran around, picked raspberries. Fought with the boys from Zaoserye for a raspberry den. Everything is clear and simple. Father was a carpenter—so he should be too. Middle son—so should arrange his own life. We didn’t live richly, but we weren’t poor either. We didn’t starve. And then everything went to cat’s tail—absolutely everything. And you know why? Raspberries. Damn raspberries!