the day has come when I'm going to drop my termina oc here so...
it might be a little awkward but I can't leave the blog without my autistic child
The soothing sound of wheels... You are not used to such a peaceful atmosphere.
You involuntarily sink into your thoughts and remember how you ended up here...
Although Artemiy's childhood was quiet, it would be wrong to call it happy. His parents were always arguing, and eventually, when he was older, they divorced. But only nominally: his mother begged her husband to leave Bohemia because of the growing military conflict, saying that she had connections that would help the family settle safely in Rondon. It seemed like a great option: the head of the family would not be called up to the almost defeated Union front, and everyone would start a quiet life... But it turned out that the Semyonovs' convenient connections had something more to them: Artemiy's mother was cheating on his father with a military official in Rondon, which he soon found out about. This man did not forgive the hurt to his pride, and his quick temper did the rest: his mother was kicked out of the house, and his father, full of resentment and anger, took matters into his own hands. His wife went to her new lover (from where she later wrote letters to her son), and Semyonov began to think about what to do.
Artemiy and his father moved somewhere to the outskirts of Bohemia, to the most devastated or wild corners, where they lay low. Hunting, fishing, and growing food behind their house became the basis of their life. Sometimes, of course, they would sneak into the city for something they needed, hiding from the patrols, but these were only rare bright moments in Artemiy's memories. Although life in seclusion and all its trials came easily to him thanks to his father, he never wanted such a life; he did not choose it. Out of pride, his father refused to move to Rondon, saying something about honor, about how they didn't need anyone and could manage without traitors like his mother... Artemiy secretly didn't believe these words.
But he refused to have anything to do with his mother, either because years of upbringing had instilled this aversion in him, or because he still believed that she had abandoned him...
Spending his free time at home, Artemy read a lot. Some books had been saved from home, and some his father occasionally brought from the city. That's great... He would never have believed that there was life beyond the forest wilderness. Cities, education, shops, cars, and other benefits of civilization.
Artemiy threw the book against the wall, smashing the binding. Why should he put up with this, sitting like a caged animal? Even if he managed to escape, if they found him, they would immediately send him to die at the front. That's why his father was so proud of him, hiding him deep in this remote hut: to save the most precious thing he had.
At some point, Artemiy realized that he couldn't go on. The sounds of singing birds and the smell of the damp forest had become so ingrained in him that it made him sick. He decided to run away. An independent life no longer frightened him, and his parents' concerns no longer mattered. They only think about themselves. They always have.
The boy hesitated for a long time, thinking through his plan. And in the end, after six months, he couldn't come up with anything better than to leave at night with a small bag of belongings and a rifle and get to the city by train. It was the only way to get out of the suburbs without a car.
The air in the train car was inexplicably heavy. His fellow passengers were asleep. Only Artemiy sits nervously in the corner of the compartment, his hand under his jacket, instinctively stroking the handle of the knife hidden there. His broken glasses, taped to his head with bandages, are dirty and sweaty from his escape to the station. But he doesn't care, he has already made up his mind.