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52 Amit Bobrov
even once, trying to be as virtuous as I knew I should. After she
dressed herself loosely, she sat by a tree and requested that I

come closer.
I did as instructed, yet kept my eyes firmly on the grass. She
sat near a tree with her back to me, and I took careful, nervous
step after careful, nervous step towards her. Something in the
way she sat and the way she spoke seemed out of place to me.
“Yes Mistress?” I asked, as I stood behind her nervously, trying
to banish the inappropriate thoughts which stirred in me.
“Do you find me beautiful?” She asked, looking into the blue
river as the sun was setting behind us.

“Wh-why do you ask?” I stuttered nervously.
“And why do you always answer a question with a question?”
She replied, quite angry at my response.
“It’s a habit of me people, I can’t help it,” I joked.
“What?” She asked, obviously not having considered the idea
that I, too, might have a ‘people.’
“I find you beautiful, Mistress,” I replied honestly. She

was indeed fair upon the eyes, with her blond hair and an
absent-minded expression that made her blue eyes seem a
bit dreamy. Even her nose which wasn’t pretty, gave her some
character; a measure of humanity.
“So why don’t you ever say anything?” She asked.
“Because usually, I have nothing to say,” I replied honestly. I
did not understand her question the same way she did, for she
was the first maiden in my proximity, I did not know they like to
be flattered.

“Oh! Never mind!” She spat out angrily.
“What did I say to upset you?” I asked, frustrated. I did not
understand this girl, nor what she was trying to tell me.
“Nothing, comb my hair,” she replied, disappointed. Caught