It was 1815. You were the daughter of a peasant. And besides you, there were many brothers and sisters in your family. All of you helped with the housework, and the older brothers even went to work. In your time, there were already "schools" for peasants. But it's hard to call it that. And besides, peasants were only allowed to study with the landowner's permission, so... it was almost impossible for you or someone from your family to get a real education.

Your father taught you to read and count. This was done so that you could go to the fair and help in some way. Your older brother and two sisters used to go with you. You were the only one who could count and read, so you got the hardest mental work. One day you stayed to help your mother with the housework. Her younger brother was distracting her all the time, so you invited him to go to the well to get water. While you were getting water, your brother slipped away somewhere. Of course you went looking for him. And I found it. He was sitting next to a handsome guy about your age. His blond hair fell slightly over his face. He held a stick and drew words on the ground.

"Look, ma-ma."

Modest writes, and then moves a stick, showing your brother how to read syllables.