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Russian 75 A long, long time ago in an unimaginably horrible place, a peon stared at a decrepit, filthy wall, wondering why and how his life had come to such a disgraceful end. Imprisoned for life, the peon had ample time to think about what he had done and why he had done it; but he could not figure it out. Age crept up on the old peon. It had been fifty years of introspection and profound recollection before the peon realized that he was not at fault for the death of the young girl. The peon decided to recount the events of that tragic day one last time, weighing all possibilities before he was incapable of doing so. It was a beautiful, summer day, when the high-spirited peon decided to go for a walk in the forest near his abode alongside a gully. Little did the peon know, this particular gully was enchanted. The peon began skipping rocks and was interrupted all of a sudden by a dark, mysterious voice. “You will kill the one of my desire,” was the command of the anonymous voice. Petrified yet intrigued, the peon slowly walked toward the voice. The peon came upon a caterpillar as miniscule as a baby’s baby toe and immediately began to laugh. Assuming that the mysterious voice came from the caterpillar, the peon laughed hysterically. “What’s so funny,” the caterpillar intervened. The peon replied, “You are the one who has summoned me. You want me to kill someone of your desire?” The caterpillar stared at the peon without the slightest emotional expression. The peon continued, “And what if I don’t?” The caterpillar abruptly laughed and said in a soft but malevolent voice, “Why don’t you take a look at what’s behind me?” An enormous silhouette arose from the subterfuge of the trees; its shadow enshrouding all the peon could see. The peon trembled in utter fear. The monstrous figure approached the peon, frightening him so much, he entered a state of temporary paralysis. The peon’s lips continued to quiver uncontrollably as the monster drew closer until it was within inches him, leaving the peon motionless.
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