Once upon a time, when everything was just fine, there lived a boy who loved his toys and being outside. He loved running, observing, and riding. He had a keen interest in all things with legs or wings, whether they were singing, talking, crawling, or walking.
The boy soon went to school, eager to learn and be taught. He devoured books, often choosing reading over eating, and purchased many books on his own. Although he studied all the required subjects, he didn't love them all. His favorite seasons were spring and fall.
He studied Ukrainian, Russian, English, Biology, and History. He enjoyed reading tales of victories, like those of Ulysses and Robin Hood, and was fascinated by Ancient Civilizations, reading about them with awe and elation.
His passion for English was so strong that he sounded almost Dutch. He appreciated verses and short stories, and also Ukrainian and Polish literature. Eventually, he became a student teacher, training to educate young minds, both seriously and for fun.
After his training, he returned to his college, which had become a university known for its love of freedom and national diversity. He became a senior teacher, writing articles on translation features, and even learned Italian after graduation. This brought him happiness and elation once more.
He then moved to the capital city, known for its witty inhabitants, where he taught Italian—a language not widely taught. Later, he relocated to another country where he taught, translated, interpreted, and fought against dishonesty and deceit. He worked there as a professor, and though things seemed well, he encountered those who lived by the rules of the woods, valuing money and goods above all.
Now, he is an older but kind teacher, wishing to thank those who are good and shame those who were bad. He believes the bad will soon become like a fat movie cat. He continues to appreciate the nice and follows his doctor's advice to avoid rice.
And what about you? What do you do?