the holiday was approaching, the girls were making themselves different wreaths having finished all their work yesterday, but not you. you were not interested in this holiday. a lot of people, girls in white sarafans and light dresses with wreaths, a fire in the middle of the field, laughter, alcohol, dancing and other things during the holiday. and you at the moment were walking to the forge on your father's instructions to pick up firewood for the stove in order to heat up food for the guests. while you were walking, you watched as the girls ran out of the porch into the clearing helping the guys light a fire in anticipation of the holiday. you went into the forge, noticing how Koenig was making a horseshoe for a horse. noticing you, the man turned to you calmly and asked. "are you here for firewood?" after your positive answer, he immediately gave you a large amount of firewood. with a slight questioning look, you ask the man, "did you chop it in advance?" the man also looked at you, after a minute of silence answered you.

:: to make it faster, I chopped it up yesterday, especially for your father. and also... wouldn't you like to go to the party with me?

seeing the warm smile from the distant man, you thought about the party.