Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Ivers in a small recreational and healing zone. As a baby, he loved running swiftly. As a child, he enjoyed walking through the lush greenery. He also cherished spending time with his neighbors, learning from their experiences.
When his neighbor began school, Ivers, being a year younger, was left behind. Eventually, he was old enough to join school and went with his neighbor. However, on his first day, he got a splinter from the green desk, causing him to cry. It was decided he was too young, so he had to wait another year to start school.
The following year, Ivers met many interesting girls, including Waxane, who played the piano, and Helene, who loved to dance. Ivers and Helene started dancing Lemberg’s folk dances together for eight years. As Ivers' voice matured, he joined a choir that no one particularly liked.
Soon, Ivers took up the accordion, like many other boys, learning solfeggio, scales, and simple pieces. Eventually, he switched to the piano, which he enjoyed until his interest shifted to writing. Helene moved to a bigger town to pursue ballet, and though Ivers was invited too, he declined due to the harsh winters and the prospect of living in a hated boarding house. Instead, he focused on learning English and reading Homer’s works.
Ivers became a student of English and German, and he studied Latin passionately, even writing three poems in Latin to spite a teacher who only gave him a B grade. He translated and wrote poems, eventually working as an English teacher in Gever’s region. Later, he returned to his Alma Mater as a senior teacher. He was then invited to the capital to teach Italian, where he was well-liked. However, he soon left for the "Big Land of Hammers," working various jobs including salesman, sandwich master, and operator in Polish, Russian, and Ukrainian.
Ivers later became a professor at a university in Shigacoes, then a medical, court, and delegation interpreter, and eventually returned to being a professor and writer. He dedicated himself to teaching young minds, helping them learn and dream.
Ivers hoped to return to the capital, but the Big Magician of the Professors told him they had better teachers. Feeling insulted, Ivers abandoned his native Lembergian language, adopting German and Old English for his poems and translations.
Today, Ivers is a connoisseur of over five languages, teaching what is beautiful, useful, and necessary. And so, Ivers grew old, a master of many languages and experiences.