The chosen vessel. Fighting of the spirits. Miki Lazović

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СКАЧАТЬ They were not accustomed to me and it seemed that I was unwelcome. I remembered my childhood. At that time, I constantly bothered them while crying because of a sick leg. And what now? I did not know the answer. Many times I wanted to return to my grandpa. I connected repeatedly to their minds to learn what they were thinking about. In their thoughts I found that they did not hate me, but I somehow prevented them. One could feel that my mother loved me more than all of them. I still continued to adapt and connect with the family. Everything was here different than by my grandparents. There I was single and here we were six. There were no peers in neighboring houses that were sufficiently removed, but here, in our house and in the homes of our relatives and neighbors there were children with whom I could find much synergy. I didn’t know the games they were playing. Usually I was called to play football, but since I was not a good player they put me stand in the gateway. They did not know about my abilities and I directed my influence on the opponent’s players forcing him to send the ball to the side I chose. So, I could easily protect the gate. Quickly I became a very popular goalkeeper.

      So, these school holidays ended. The grandfather gave my mother enough money to buy everything necessary for the school, but she carefully distributed money and bought clothes and shoes for everyone in the family.

      A new academic year has started. Good heavens! How many pupils there were in one place! In my school, there were only sixty – four students and here – more than a thousand pupils. I studied at the secondary economic school “Mileva Vukovich” in the town of Pecs. The children of different ethnic groups studied here together but at my grandfather’s place there were only Montenegrins. The first day passed without incident and in the next day classes were formed. There were thirty – three boys and girls in my class. There were Serbs, Montenegrins, Muslims, Croats and Gypsies. In other classes Albanians and Gypsies were trained in the Albanian language. All this was new for me and due to this everything was interesting. There were a lot of girls of my age. Everyone was beautiful in their own way. New, unknown feelings opened up in my soul. I was modest, but noticed that it’s nice to be friends with girls from my or other classes. I did not know how to behave with them, but they themselves wanted to be friends with me. Never before I fell in love, but now this feeling has taken possession of me. All were my friends and I loved them in a friendly way. I was ashamed to ask any of them if she wants to become my girl. Probably they were in the same situation. So, passed the days and at one time Tanya, the girl with whom I was most friends, asked:

      “Miki, may I sincerely ask you something?”

      “Tanya, of course you can ask.”

      “Can you really tell if you like Bilja?”

      It seemed that my heart was beating in my throat. I was afraid to let slip. I felt like a fish thrown ashore. How she could feel that I like this girl most of all. My lips were sealed, but she understood it in her own way:

      “Miki, if you do not like her you can openly tell me about it, and I’ll tell her.”

      “No, Tanya, I think very highly of she, but this question is unexpected for me.”

      “Miki, I talked to her about you. She said that she likes you and she is well disposed towards you. “

      Again, my heart began beating like mad.

      “Make approaches her and she will want to be friends with you.”

      I lowered my head and mulled over in panic.

      “Miki, what are you thinking?” Tell me honestly if you do not like her.”

      “That’s not the point, Tanya. I swear that I like her.”

      “Why do you not court to her?”

      “Tanya, I would court, but I do not know how to do it. I never courted and no one taught me how to do it. “

      She laughed heartily. And I felt myself uncomfortable while she continued to laugh. Then she raised herself on tiptoes, hugged and gave a kiss on my cheek.

      “My dear friend, you do not know how to court, but they say that you are frozen up.”

      I was surprised. Who dared to say that?

      “For the first time, the most girls were very nice to you, but when there was no attention, not a single good word from you, they retreated and began to say that you are impregnable. None of them knew that you could not court” – she laughed again.

      “It’s easy for you to laugh, because you do not think what I feel!”

      “Miki, it’s that simple. Just tell her: Bilja, may I ask you something? She will tell you – ask or of course. Then you tell her: I can tell you that you are a very beautiful girl and I like you at first sight. I would be very happy if you agree to become my girlfriend. She will agree and then you will meet and walk together.”

      I did not believe my ears. Is it possible that one has to say only a few such words? I decided to try these beautiful words right away. I came up to Bilja and repeated word for word as Tanya had said. She agreed confirming with a trembling voice. We began to meet. I do not know how it was for her, but for me it was very cool and I kept thinking about her every time. We went together everywhere. We laughed and rejoiced at everything that surrounds us. A couple of days later Tanya came up to me and reproached me:

      “Miki, I see how you pull together and love each other. I see that you are always together and happy, but I’ve noticed that you never hug or kiss her.”

      She brought me to a stand again:

      “Tanya, believe me, I did not know that this should be done, although I wanted to do it many times.”

      She laughed again. After her advice, I embraced and kissed Bilja many times. This, obviously, irritated those who liked her. One day a guy from a parallel class came up to me. I was little acquainted with him:

      “Hey, who are you?”

      In the brain I felt the signals that until this moment were unknown to me. The impulse of danger signalized to me as if someone pressed the button of a siren. I felt that behind me appeared four more people. I had a premonition in my brain that they were going to beat me, but I had not fought anyone in my life yet.

      “You’ve stolen the girlfriend of my best friend and now you’re walking around with her at school!”

      “ Do you hear, buddy, I did not cut out anyone with his girl,” – I tried to explain seeing that all the explanations would be in vain and they intended to force me into a fight.

      They counted on a numerical advantage and that’s why they had confidence in themselves. Bilja ran to me and stood between us.

      “Listen, you scoundrel! – She bawled out to someone behind of my back. – You think you could me force to meet with you? It is not happening! What is he guilty of? Do you want to beat him because he is better than you? You lionize yourself, you knocked the strongest gang together in school and you think you can do what you want now!”

      This guy, behind my back, grabbed her hand and started to laugh.

      “Now you will see, babe, what will happen to your lover – boy. He will beg you to leave him and walk with me, when we give the stick.”

      I saw a huge mass of students who surrounded us and waited for what would happen next. Many had fear in their eyes. From somewhere appeared another trio and took the side of my opponents. I was alone against everyone. And then, somewhere between these students, I saw my grandfather. His words СКАЧАТЬ