Yumin's Confession

I don't remember what happened to my parents, maybe I fainted then. There is fire everywhere, screams, flying arrows and swords. That vile clang, another head flew off his shoulders. I saw it all with my own eyes and my hands were shaking wildly. I no longer knew where my parents were, but someone grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me, throwing me into a cart.

Looking at these people with dark skin and narrow eyes, meeting such an appearance for the first time, and concluding for myself that they are very aggressive. Someone barked at me:

— Hands!

This wildly rude voice was ringing in my ears, and my hands were tied with some kind of braided twine, so much so that in a few days, while twenty children were huddled in the cart, my hands turned blue, and I felt the blood circulation stop. I tried to loosen the ropes a little with my teeth, but nothing came out.

Looking through the hole in the tarpaulin of the cart, I saw a terrible massacre, adults were deprived of their lives without a second of regret, children were piled in piles in the cart like garbage. After all, we are so small and defenseless, we were told that you can make the right dough out of us.

Hearing these vile sentences already at that age, I suddenly felt like I had grown up by ten years. Childhood is over.

My knees were bruised, because that husband did not regret it and with all his might swept me like a ball into the ill-fated cart, my clothes were already rags because of the war, and I successfully drove on my knees to the wall and hit my head.

Even though I was only five, and I've been living on this earth full of humiliation for two years, from the very beginning I hated all those murderers.

A few days on the road, a few sips of water and not a crumb of food. Some were sick and died on the road. Their corpses were thrown out at a halt, all with the same tied hands. Right on the side of the road.

— Who utters a word, we will cut off the tongue!

Everyone clung to each other in fear, there was not even room for an apple to fall.

When I arrived on their lands, I saw amazing peace and grace. Why was our country defeated, the word of hell is a cauldron, and on their streets they quietly traded, dug in rice fields and the imperial palace stood like a dollhouse, with mighty gates?! Not having had time to admire the pagoda, we were literally pulled out of the cart in one fell swoop. Not only were everyone's hands tied, but they were also intertwined with one long rope so that there was a formation. One fell — everyone fell.

When they were cut, I thought they decided to cut off our hands. And the saber really grazed a piece of skin. Someone was crying from what they saw, and the same rude voice was heard

— Say thank you that they didn't cut off your hands, and soon we will, if you don't shut your disgusting mouth!