Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Don't Blame Me For Being Me
Chapter 38
Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down (let’s find this magic flower and be in love…)
There was July, 6. Why’s so exactly? ‘Cause it’s a great holiday in Belarus (in Russia, Ukraine and some other Slavic countries). It’s called Ivan Kupala Day. This holiday is celebrated at night from 6th to 7th July. But citizens of our country begin much earlier and to the night merriment goes at the whole hog. The holiday has many traditions. The girls, for example, would float their flower garlands on the water of rivers and tell their fortunes from their movement. Youths and girls would jump over the flames of bonfires (to check their feelings). There is an ancient belief that the Eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when the ferns are blooming. Whoever finds a fern flower would become rich and lucky. Hence, on that night village folk would roam through the forests in search of magical herbs.
From the afternoon Dasha and me began drinking (beer) in the bus and we were talking to guys all of tales and traditions of this holiday and how we celebrated it being in our homeland long time ago. Joe was impressed and was allowed to sip some beer. Just a little bit because he was at work – show was soon (such people as Trohman are always at work). To the evening Dasha and me were ready to set a fire right in the bus. As we were drinking beer, the bus was being stopped numerous times for us and our needs (to *cough*pee*cough* yeah, our bathroom with toilet were still broken and unrepaired). When there was a dark time outside, Dasha and me asked to stop one more time ‘cause of the same need. As there was dark and fearsome, we made boys walk out too. Dasha and me made our way to some small forest away from the road seeking a right place. Boys were asked to keep a contact with us – to speak, to yell, laugh or sing for us to know we were not alone and afraid. So Dasha and me were walking among bushes hearing their loud voices.
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I put on my pants and appealed to Dasha.
“look, does fern grow in these places?” I asked her.
“may be,” Dasha replied.
“oh, let’s search it then”, I suggested reeling a little ‘cause of beer I drank and was trying to catch a balance.
“ok”, Dasha said.
As long as we wanted to rush right into the deepness of the wood, a smart thought came to such idiots as us. The wood looked dangerous and was very dark and unknown to us at all. We feared to be lost, thanks God. So we began walking in the wood along the road, tripping over the tree-stumps and being hit by branches. But we stubbornly were looking for non-existent herbs (yeah, fern doesn’t bloom at all, but who cares?). then Dasha stopped.
“it’s not interesting. To be just you and me. and it’s not effective”, she said.
“well, let’s go to boys and call them to help”, I replied.
At that time it seemed to us as a wise idea. We made our way to the road. The bus was far right from us. We saw guys who were standing there and looking in the direction of the wood. We came up to them strangely not being noticed. Dasha and me kept silence.
“Where are they?” Pete asked boys.
“how much it needs to drink that to pee so long”, Joe joked.
“may be, let’s call them? Did they take their mobiles?” Pat asked.
“I’ll check”, Andy said and made his way into the bus.
“are you seeing them?” Pete worried.
“they specially found the place not to be seen, man. It’s not just a nice night walk”, Joe laughed.
In this moment Dasha and me understood suddenly they were talking and worrying about us. I dunno why they didn’t notice us while we were standing next to them. I came up to Joe and tapped his shoulder saying “Hello”. He jerked up and put one hand on the place of his heart. Pete shaked a lil’ too. Everybody turned to us. We waved our hands smiling.
“you’re here?” Pete asked.
“as you can see”, I replied.
“we thought you’re in the wood”, Trohman said pulling out some wood rubbish from my hair.
“we already explored it”, Dasha said.
“and we need your help”, I added.
“shake off this rubbish we could hook on yourselves there?” Pat asked.
“what you were doing there so long at all?” Pete asked.
“we were lookin’ for magic fern”, Dasha replied.
“we talked to you about it”, I added.
“you’ve gone crazy?” Pat asked.
“let’s go to search with us! It’ll be nice. Nice walk under stars”, I said looking into Joe’s eyes.
“you’re inviting me at a romantic date?” Trohman smiled.
I nodded slightly and shyly.
“let’s go. It’s for a while. Just find the flower for us and that’s all”, Dasha tried to persuade them.
“or we’ll go ourselves again”, I threatened.
Dasha and me pretended we went to the wood.
“hey, wait. Don’t be so fast”, Pete said.
“don’t worry, dude. The place was explored well”, Trohman kept joking.
“wait for me, dudes”, it was Pat’s voice.
As we could guess they were following us. Dasha and me stooped to wait for them.
“we won’t go far”, Pete advanced a condition.
“yeah, we’re afraid to go into deep”, I said taking Joe’s hand. “Pat, don’t be behind”.
“shine with your mobiles”, Dasha ordered.
Boys switched on their mobiles but notwithstanding it they didn’t escape some tree-stumps and another wood rubbish. They were ready to present any flower as a fern but Dasha and me were shaking our heads negative. After a minute Andy called. He swore loudly, asked “where the hell you are?” and demanded to go back immediately. We tried to calm him down and said we were okay.
“there is no your flower!” Joe got tired of searching.
“don’t panic, Joe. Look at a wonderful moon!” I said to him.
“it’s not seen through trees and branches”, he replied.
“here, it’s seen”, I stood looking up. “I see”.
“let’s go back into the bus”, Joe pulled me to the road.
“we should seek without you. The fern flower doesn’t go to hands of fools”, Dasha found the reason of our failure.
“may be we should leave you here and drive away?” Pat asked with not very funny irony.
“she’s kidding”, I said fastly.
“it’s cool to have advantage under weak women”, Dasha mumbled.
Trohman laughed.
“yeah, we’re weak women, Trohman!” I said and jolted at his side.
Well, they pulled us on the road. Andy was sitting at stairs of the bus. He was bored and angry.
“what shit we were walking at?!” he met us.
“at Oklahoma’s one”, Dasha replied.
“it was cool. But I feel an absence of holiday fire”, I said.
“calm down your fantasies and shake the dirt from shoes”, Trohman ordered.
I gave him a sweet smile.
“don’t command”, I said committing his order.
Andy made us all clean our shoes. He personally controlled that.
After a few minutes we were already driving farther…
Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down (let’s find this magic flower and be in love…)
There was July, 6. Why’s so exactly? ‘Cause it’s a great holiday in Belarus (in Russia, Ukraine and some other Slavic countries). It’s called Ivan Kupala Day. This holiday is celebrated at night from 6th to 7th July. But citizens of our country begin much earlier and to the night merriment goes at the whole hog. The holiday has many traditions. The girls, for example, would float their flower garlands on the water of rivers and tell their fortunes from their movement. Youths and girls would jump over the flames of bonfires (to check their feelings). There is an ancient belief that the Eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when the ferns are blooming. Whoever finds a fern flower would become rich and lucky. Hence, on that night village folk would roam through the forests in search of magical herbs.
From the afternoon Dasha and me began drinking (beer) in the bus and we were talking to guys all of tales and traditions of this holiday and how we celebrated it being in our homeland long time ago. Joe was impressed and was allowed to sip some beer. Just a little bit because he was at work – show was soon (such people as Trohman are always at work). To the evening Dasha and me were ready to set a fire right in the bus. As we were drinking beer, the bus was being stopped numerous times for us and our needs (to *cough*pee*cough* yeah, our bathroom with toilet were still broken and unrepaired). When there was a dark time outside, Dasha and me asked to stop one more time ‘cause of the same need. As there was dark and fearsome, we made boys walk out too. Dasha and me made our way to some small forest away from the road seeking a right place. Boys were asked to keep a contact with us – to speak, to yell, laugh or sing for us to know we were not alone and afraid. So Dasha and me were walking among bushes hearing their loud voices.
******************************************************************
I put on my pants and appealed to Dasha.
“look, does fern grow in these places?” I asked her.
“may be,” Dasha replied.
“oh, let’s search it then”, I suggested reeling a little ‘cause of beer I drank and was trying to catch a balance.
“ok”, Dasha said.
As long as we wanted to rush right into the deepness of the wood, a smart thought came to such idiots as us. The wood looked dangerous and was very dark and unknown to us at all. We feared to be lost, thanks God. So we began walking in the wood along the road, tripping over the tree-stumps and being hit by branches. But we stubbornly were looking for non-existent herbs (yeah, fern doesn’t bloom at all, but who cares?). then Dasha stopped.
“it’s not interesting. To be just you and me. and it’s not effective”, she said.
“well, let’s go to boys and call them to help”, I replied.
At that time it seemed to us as a wise idea. We made our way to the road. The bus was far right from us. We saw guys who were standing there and looking in the direction of the wood. We came up to them strangely not being noticed. Dasha and me kept silence.
“Where are they?” Pete asked boys.
“how much it needs to drink that to pee so long”, Joe joked.
“may be, let’s call them? Did they take their mobiles?” Pat asked.
“I’ll check”, Andy said and made his way into the bus.
“are you seeing them?” Pete worried.
“they specially found the place not to be seen, man. It’s not just a nice night walk”, Joe laughed.
In this moment Dasha and me understood suddenly they were talking and worrying about us. I dunno why they didn’t notice us while we were standing next to them. I came up to Joe and tapped his shoulder saying “Hello”. He jerked up and put one hand on the place of his heart. Pete shaked a lil’ too. Everybody turned to us. We waved our hands smiling.
“you’re here?” Pete asked.
“as you can see”, I replied.
“we thought you’re in the wood”, Trohman said pulling out some wood rubbish from my hair.
“we already explored it”, Dasha said.
“and we need your help”, I added.
“shake off this rubbish we could hook on yourselves there?” Pat asked.
“what you were doing there so long at all?” Pete asked.
“we were lookin’ for magic fern”, Dasha replied.
“we talked to you about it”, I added.
“you’ve gone crazy?” Pat asked.
“let’s go to search with us! It’ll be nice. Nice walk under stars”, I said looking into Joe’s eyes.
“you’re inviting me at a romantic date?” Trohman smiled.
I nodded slightly and shyly.
“let’s go. It’s for a while. Just find the flower for us and that’s all”, Dasha tried to persuade them.
“or we’ll go ourselves again”, I threatened.
Dasha and me pretended we went to the wood.
“hey, wait. Don’t be so fast”, Pete said.
“don’t worry, dude. The place was explored well”, Trohman kept joking.
“wait for me, dudes”, it was Pat’s voice.
As we could guess they were following us. Dasha and me stooped to wait for them.
“we won’t go far”, Pete advanced a condition.
“yeah, we’re afraid to go into deep”, I said taking Joe’s hand. “Pat, don’t be behind”.
“shine with your mobiles”, Dasha ordered.
Boys switched on their mobiles but notwithstanding it they didn’t escape some tree-stumps and another wood rubbish. They were ready to present any flower as a fern but Dasha and me were shaking our heads negative. After a minute Andy called. He swore loudly, asked “where the hell you are?” and demanded to go back immediately. We tried to calm him down and said we were okay.
“there is no your flower!” Joe got tired of searching.
“don’t panic, Joe. Look at a wonderful moon!” I said to him.
“it’s not seen through trees and branches”, he replied.
“here, it’s seen”, I stood looking up. “I see”.
“let’s go back into the bus”, Joe pulled me to the road.
“we should seek without you. The fern flower doesn’t go to hands of fools”, Dasha found the reason of our failure.
“may be we should leave you here and drive away?” Pat asked with not very funny irony.
“she’s kidding”, I said fastly.
“it’s cool to have advantage under weak women”, Dasha mumbled.
Trohman laughed.
“yeah, we’re weak women, Trohman!” I said and jolted at his side.
Well, they pulled us on the road. Andy was sitting at stairs of the bus. He was bored and angry.
“what shit we were walking at?!” he met us.
“at Oklahoma’s one”, Dasha replied.
“it was cool. But I feel an absence of holiday fire”, I said.
“calm down your fantasies and shake the dirt from shoes”, Trohman ordered.
I gave him a sweet smile.
“don’t command”, I said committing his order.
Andy made us all clean our shoes. He personally controlled that.
After a few minutes we were already driving farther…