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Vavn Dorokhin — Sorry, Friend

One hour left. The wagon of a moving tram was not the best place to formulate thoughts, but he wanted to get in time no matter what. He took out a rumpled notebook and pen from his backpack and began to write…

I met him
At the evening, when he was sitting
On the bag with injured arms and wish to see the world around,
So I said:
«Don’t worry: you can count on me; I help you with your stuff,
So we can go together for now.»

A wind was great, we’ve seen a lot of new things;
With the food we had, there were no worries or needs.
But these are goods times, and I knew,
That we should know each other in bad too.
I’ve started to wait and asked a question like this:
― ¿A month has gone — your arms are fine,
So can you help me taking bags you gave..?
― ¡Wait a minute! I so want to do it, but I’m still weak.
¿Will you help me, my friend?
― ¡Sure, I will!

The wind has changed, we went through mountains and fields;
We spent these days just having bread and enormous need.
And still I tried to share with him no matter what,
But asked this:
«¿Will you help me, friend? I gave everything I could.»
― Hm… ¡Sure, I’ll do!

I met you
At the evening, when you were sitting
On the bag with injured arms and wish to see the world around.
You didn’t
Need to worry: you could count on me; I helped you with your stuff,
So we could go together for now.

But a year has gone. Your eyes were fine
From the moment we met — you’ve tend to use me, so…
¡Wait a minute! I so want to help you more,
But sorry, friend…
You’re on your own.

(Vavn Dorokhin — Sorry, Friend)

The first-person photograph of Vavn Dorokhin sitting in the tram.
«When he finished the last sentence and checked the time, it was one o’clock in the afternoon.»

One hour left. The wagon of a moving tram was not the best place to formulate thoughts, but he wanted to get in time no matter what.

He took out a rumpled notebook and pen from his backpack and began to write:

«Throughout my entire adult life, I tried to help people in the same way, as my parents and other caring people helped me — unselfishly and sincerely. To someone, I offered help myself, and someone begged me about it.

I lost days and weeks — and sometimes months and years — in an attempt to help these people — even those, whom I called my „friends“ — in everything I could, but only a few of them did the same for me.

Now, I understand, that helping them with everything I could was my decision, and I am not going to blame anyone for this. But after receiving this experience, I no longer want to spend my time on those, who took my help for granted or did not even turn his face, when I needed help.

You are on your own.»

When he finished the last sentence and checked the time, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. «I got it in time» — he pronounced this phrase with particular relief. Life has become a little easier.