He wanted me to be good at wielding tools, at all those traditionally manly things, except killing. He not hunter himself, has no gun, could not teach me how to shoot. But once visiting relatives uncle demonstared to us his new pistol. It was not serious weapon, just for gas bullets, but with some improvements they can be remade into capable to shoot real bullets. I wanted to hold that thing in hands, uncle gave me. But father was very unhappy seeing it, and again mumbling something about how it is wrong to shoot people. He constantly was talking that, how it is immoral thing to do, killing people. To take revenge and defend my insulted honor. But to be slave, submissive hard working simple man - that is so right thing, according to him. He never tried to teach me most important things, like having honor
I had no real Father
I had no real Father
