Rushing to his wedding, he bought flowers from a little girl by the roadside…

We have a wonderful priest in our village. Father Benjamin will surely help you. He’s helped me many times.

Everyone turned away, but he listened to me and gave good advice. Let me take you to him right now, the girl said fervently. I’m afraid, Jess, no one can help me now, not even a priest.

You’re wrong. You’re young. You still have a chance.

Don’t bury yourself alive, I beg you. Thank you, Jess. You really are an extraordinary girl.

I’ve done you so much harm, and you, if anything, I’ve done you no less harm. So we’re even, Jessica smiled slightly. All right, honey, I agree.

I’ll go to your father Benjamin. Let him tear me apart. For the first time, Jack smiled.

You know, I feel much better after talking to you. It’s like a weight off my shoulders. I’m not such a scoundrel as I might seem.

I realized that, Jack. I realized it when I saw you here today. They talked a little longer, then went their separate ways.

Jessica felt relieved. Still, she was uneasy about putting the guy behind bars. After all, he didn’t rape her back then, though he was excessively persistent.

Now she hoped that this boy, unloved by his mother, would fare much better than before. Where have you been? Her grandmother asked anxiously when the girl returned home. It turned out she had been sitting by the swamp for about two and a half hours.

Just went for a walk, Jess replied. She decided not to tell anyone anything to avoid unnecessary worry. Jesse, I’m afraid I can’t live there in the city.

I was born and raised here. I don’t have much time left. I’d like to spend my remaining days in my own home.

Grandma, why are you burying yourself already? You’ll still get to see Sammy get married. I don’t want to get married, the girl intervened. I want to go to the amusement park.

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