It just so happened that my life did not work out. But still I want to give you one advice, so that you do not repeat my mistakes...

Never swim during a thunderstorm. Don't even dare to come close to this damned, wet substance called water!

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A bright lightning strike and a deafening sound immediately blocked my ears. I realized that I was drowning. I am at the bottom. Well, okay. Well, that's right. Time to end the suffering...

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Light again. And now a child's cry. No doubt that is me crying. And then ... Again plop into the cold water ... And I do not breathe ... But no, I breathe again! And what a breath it is!

I feel that I lay down. I try to move my limbs, but with a varying success. It does not always work. But I don't give up. I never gave up...

They feed me well. And that's a big, fat positive sign.

Nothing has changed much, but I'm getting settled little by little... By the way, this is my family nest. A strange, wicker basket suspended from the ceiling. It’s difficult to say more precisely, because I still don’t really see anything at all. Although I'm almost three days old. And I, a newborn in a strange, obviously not rich hut of the pagans, living on the civilization outskirts. How did I come to such conclusion? It's very simple: they keep repeating “Yarylo this, Yarylo that”. And what is Yarylo? Exactly. The Sun. Generally speaking, there was about a dozen different other deities except Yarylo. They all demanded sacrifices for me to grow up beautiful and healthy. And all would be nothing, and I would be immensely happy, but there was one thing...

They did not erase my memory during the resettlement of my precious soul. What a mess! And I remember everything, to the last sad detail in my former life...

Well, again! There is no peace in this life! Again that strange man came. And my new mother shows me to him. And what the point? I was almost sleeping already! And sleeping is not an easy thing to do. Those huge mosquitoes are eating me alive!

“Hey! Man, what are you doing! No need to hit me in the head!”

This is obviously not my father. Father was older and was feeding me with gingerbread cookies. And this one just hits me. Or this really is my real father?

- Ouch! - again this strange character killed a mosquito on my forehead. You should be more careful with your paw, man. It doesn’t take much to kill the kid...

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Crap! There are tons of mosquitoes here! Just awful! For the first two weeks now I have seen more of them then for my whole previous not so short life...

Today is my birthday! I am one month old now. And I'm still surprisingly alive. Because I have learned to strain my neck at each blow of this hefty bearded man. And he, in addition to picking on my mother, became little handsy with her. Now, that’s not good at all! With a child present...

I train my neck every time I get a chance. I have no choice. The mosquitoes are not getting smaller. And the man comes more often and hits the poor child harder. He probably thinks that I will just pass out, and will not be looking at their dirty games. No way! I stay well awake! Training helps.

During the second month, I begin to understand their unusual dialect a little. It sounds like everyone got dead drunk and barely moves its tongue, talking all sorts of nonsense. For me not everything is still clear. Okay, let's look forward. Moreover, they began to take me out to sunbath. But once, they got so carried away with their games that I fed street mosquitoes for half a night. With half a liter of blood, probably sucked out! But I did not remain in debt! Sucked out of the mother everything to the drop! And even managed to drink blood from her. Am I any worse of those mosquitoes, or what? She must know better then to leave a child unattended...

Drinking blood from here was a mistake ... She has decided to name me Mosquito. Mommy! Yes, but I was joking, with this blood. Don’t you understand childish jokes?

And what is this stinking stuff?! Ugh! You say it’s against mosquitoes? Well, okay, I'll be patient ... Since it is against mosquitoes...

Eh, boobs again ... I don’t mind, in principle. And then after all those troubles, I even got hungry somehow...

Now. Her second man came back. Or is that the first one? Who knows... The older one. Again he sticks the gingerbread in my mouth. And how does he expect me to chew it with no teeth? Well, okay, I’ll just suck it a change... And then I am getting sick of this milk al ready. So, the man with the gingerbread came back, and from the doorway announced that my mother is cheating on him, while he’s not home. She fell to her knees, saying that all this is not true! Just nonsense and slander of envious freaks. And she was always waiting just for him. Then she hugged her husband and clung to him so much that, to my relief, he has just forgot why he was yelling. And behind his back this guy had a hidden knife. I was so worried that he would deprive me of my mother with this knife, and at the same time of a source of food, that I have shitted my pants. Don't think that I'm weak. It's just that my age is so tender.

But these lovers did not get it. With time after I have pumped up my neck muscles good enough, I was even able to dodge blows from her second man. Then these idiots met again. They at least had to wait until the gingerbread man gets far enough. But the gingerbread man returned…

But when the doors opened, they did not even notice him and the sparkling steel in his hand...

And this cheated fool killed his wife, and at the same time deprived himself of his life with the same knife. Life is full of surprises.

And her young bearded man was lying under my parents for about five minutes. He made sure that nothing bad has happened to him and ran away from the hut. Leaving me alone in this eerie environment.

The only ones alive in this room were the mosquitoes and I. For now...

- Hey, idiot! Come back! I will forgive you everything! – I yelled into the silence. And it looks like he heard me. Oh, if I knew what would happen next, I would lie quietly and wait for the mosquitoes to gnaw at me. So no, I still yelled my next, childish:

- Jerk! Where are you?!