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Russian 75



A long, long time ago in an unimaginably horrible place, a peon stared at a decrepit, filthy wall, wondering why and how his life had come to such a disgraceful end. Imprisoned for life, the peon had ample time to think about what he had done and why he had done it; but he could not figure it out. Age crept up on the old peon. It had been fifty years of introspection and profound recollection before the peon realized that he was not at fault for the death of the young girl. The peon decided to recount the events of that tragic day one last time, weighing all possibilities before he was incapable of doing so.
It was a beautiful, summer day, when the high-spirited peon decided to go for a walk in the forest near his abode alongside a gully. Little did the peon know, this particular gully was enchanted. The peon began skipping rocks and was interrupted all of a sudden by a dark, mysterious voice. “You will kill the one of my desire,” was the comman...