My name is Maris Padowal. I write book of life of Maris Padowal - me. I live wery curious life of ups and down like boomerang.
This be my story.
I write happy times and sad times of life. My life has many ups and downs like boomerang. At first I was borned in village of Uffal, 75 miles as crow flies from middle of national capital. My parents were wery poor. We live big house with no running water and goat. My sister, Blinka, often say 'Papa, why so wery poor?'. We cry to sleep at night in cold shed. I have four brother and four sister. Two of sister gots married to willage elders. Made wery happy until death from the dark death.
At age of thirteen birthday I go work on farm. It hard work. Wery hard. I work six days of week. I give money to Papa. He spend it all on filthy womens from Slubal. Mother cry to sleep in shed. Papa makes angry easy on poor Mother. Papa not beat me. I chew sticky sap from trees. Keep me awake. I see nature and growing trees. Sheep eat from Maris hand. Make happy. I make friend with sheep I take home to Mother. Mother make friend with sheep. She take good care of sheep. Papa come home from Slubal filthy womens. Papa kill sheep. Sheep no more. Maris sad. Maris cry to sleep in shed.
On Candle Day, Papa, Mother, Dubik, Bashnek, Cluval, Sangsta, Neop, Saktha, Blinka, Anna, Potu and Maris visit home of Dantu Monagal. Wery good time had by all.
Returning to farm work make Maris strong and firm. Local girl make eyes for Maris. Maris makes eyes in secret places for girl. Her name Feeta. Make Maris think not of filthy wretch of Slubal. Hold hands at night make Maris dream of one day making shed with Feeta in mountain. Old saying go 'boy that make shed in mountain with wholesome girl learn the way of tree bark'. Maris learn the way of tree bark. Wery much of the way.
So end Chapter I of Life of Maris.
Go forward in the times to the Chapter II of Life of Maris