Сonciliation. The tale of the winter forest

Bee was awoken with the crackle
of twigs, aglowing in the hearth.
Her stomach growled. Nils hid his laugh.
Bee looked at him with guilty eyes.
She thought Nils'll never pardon her
for her mad trick the day before...

Nils looked away and went to one
of walls to check a dusty chest.
He quickly opened a lid up.
Bee pulled her clothes off the thread
and put it on under the warm
thick woolen cover. Nils'd got pot.

Bee came to him and looked inside.
There was some groat. "It's the core*..." -
sad sadly slow the hungry guy.
They had to cook it without choice.
Nils'd brought the water. The burned hearth
was ready to prepare mush!

Just twenty minutes passed, the youth
were eating the prepared core.
Nils looked at the strange rueful girl
some time and said at last to her,
that He was glad, that Bee's with him,
and She didn't let him to go single.

Bee rose her eyes and looked at Nils.
The heavy stone of the big blame
had fallen once. She smiled at him.
What can be better peace of friends.
They had the breakfast to get vim**
to carry on the distant trip.

                by Thea Ariss
                27.09.2025

*core - ядрица
**vim - энергия, сила