disappointed by places and it hurts.
And you get exasperated.
You want to scream "why dont you understand me?".
Its all in the expectations.
We just have to managed ourselves better.
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The little Hare, his name Raicle Bemrylik, of Russian decent, had to slave away at the fields everyday. The other hares didnt care for Raicle so much but they would still include him at lunch or while having a blade of grass together. You see Raicle was different. While the rest of the mad hares were local Ukrainians who were used to the lands and all its associated food chain and way of living, Raicle was still struggling to learn the ways of the world, quite different from that of what he knew in Russia.
The other Hares think Raicle silly? The other Hares think Raicle naive? Perhaps they thought of Raicle as a Russian Spy. Perhaps they thought of Raicle as a useful tool. Perhaps perhaps perhaps. It didn’t matter, Raicle was happy to be in Ukraine where the sun was a little brighter and the wind a lesser cold.
Sometimes Raicle would get bothered when the mad hares called out to him…
“Hey Bemrylik! Why you so small? Whats the matter? Not enough food in Russia?” and they would laugh together.
And Raicle would laugh it off as he slung his little world traveller bag on the fields. But he was sad. What choice did he have in food if Russia was run by a some man called Stalin who talked only about all things Communist? Raicle did what he could best to stay afloat. Raicle felt small.
Raicle had seen much of the terrible things that humans were capable of doing to each other. Russia was in poverty. People were cruel to each other. Raicle couldn’t let it happen to himself, to his new eutopia. Raicle the Hare protected what he knew of his safe haven- His circle of working Ukrainian Hares that sang the song “Carrots are Good for You” everyday of their lives.
As Raicle was hopping by a stream one day, Sajav, the Ukrainian elder came hopping towards him. Raicle was startled as he was in the midst of appreciating the trickling water in the stream.
And Sajav said “Bemrylik, I’m here to tell you that the group of Ukrainian Carrot Travelling Hares have decided to let you go. We are moving to Moldova in the south and we don’t want you to follow.”
Raicle was shocked. He didn’t know what to say except to be very sad. The only Hare family he knew wanted to move on without him.
“But why Sajav? Why?” Raicle cried out as he fought back his tears. Images of Russia and the dying hares flashed across his little bunny mind. He was petrified.
Sajav cared little and as he hopped away he turned back ever so slightly and said “it doesn’t really matter why, just go.”
Raicle dropped his head as he slid himself on the cool grass. A tear fell on his little foot. This little foot had to take him back to Russia and Raicle cried.
but he was tired.
Very tired.
And at times he was angry too
but he couldn’t express himself.
He tried to hold it in.
This was afterall a different place.
Raicle made effort. Raicle was civil. Raicle shared. Raicle gave.
Raicle was thrown away again.
The little Hare got on his furry feet and hopped with his world traveller bag sadly along the stream, not sure where to go or what to do. In fact, he was not sure of anything except that little prick in his tiny hare heart.
After hopping for 2 days without food, Raicle finally decided his destination. He had heard of a beautiful river back in his homeland Russia- the Svernaya Dvina River. Raicle loved water and he knew that if he returned to his homeland and to this river and lived by the river for awhile, perhaps he would feel better.
So Raicle hopped and hopped… he hopped for 211 days. Until he finally came to the beautiful Svernaya Dvina.
“Dvina. This is Perfect. Its beautiful,” said Raicle as he set his world traveller bag down and began to prepare for a swim. As the water touched his fur and cooled him down, Raicle felt a beautiful release. He kicked his tiny hind leg against the bank and began to float out into the river. As he drifted on the surface he felt the beautiful cool water flap against his ears.
Raicle was contented. Maybe Raicle needed to be in Ukraine to be led to his final eutopia. Maybe Raicle was meant to go through that little heart prick. Maybe maybe maybe.
So Raicle rested. He floated along the Svernaya Dvina. He closed his eyes.
Raicle didn’t know 3 days earlier, a paper mill in Novodvinsk had spilled 16 tonnes of mercury into the Svernaya Dvina. Raicle didn’t know that this eutopia he slipped into would slowly destroy his central nervous system. Raicle didnt know that this eutopian ecstacy would slowly eat at his teeth and mouth and face. Raicle didn’t know that soon his kidneys would fail.
Raicle really didn’t know.
Raicle just swam and drifted and drifted.
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Raicle, RIP my dear furry friend.
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