28. June 1914 -early morning
(Warning: this story is completely fictional but may show some historical events)
A small house with a yard made from hay and mud. It's painted white with plaster and has black windowsills. The yard is very large with barns while only chickens run around free. There is a table with a few chairs near the very small flower garden. A woman in her late 20-ties, short and pregnant walks outside putting a coffee pot with two cups. Her head is covered with a scarf and she has a very simple attire she probably made herself. Her husband, who seems about her age, gets out in only his shirt and pants, still yawning. Despite being heavy set, his face, only adorned with a mustache, doesn't have a trace of malice on it. (In the modern times, he would probably be considered a teddy bear type)
They sit down when a slightly older man walks by their wooden fence. "May you be live and well. How are you neighbors?" he says smiling. The woman rolls her eyes and the man greets him: "Very well. Just having our morning cup. Want to join us?"
"Don't mind if I do" the man at the gate says with his hand already cracking it open.
Next scene: We see three cups on the table. The neighbor has obviously made himself at home, to the annoyance of the hostess. "Where are the little ones?" he asks.
"Still asleep" the host replies.
The neighbor shakes his head. "That boy of yours is truly something. Did you know I found him in my chicken coop yesterday. I asked him what he was doing and do you know what he replied? He said I wanted to see if your chickens lay the same eggs as ours. Unbelievable!"
The man bursts out laughing as the woman turns her head frowning. "Yes, he told me. And he also told me that you beat the God out of him later" the woman finally speaks.
"I saved you the trouble of doing it yourself. He should know you are not supposed to enter other people's property without permission" the neighbor replies.
"You really didn't need to do that. He is just three. He didn't know any better" the man replies.
"And even if he did, he has parents to tell him right from wrong" the woman replies slightly irritated.
The man feels the hostility which offends him:"Look here neighbor, I realize he is your first son so I forgive you. But you have to understand that boys can be very mischievous and need to be thought discipline from a young age. Now your older one, for example, is an angel. She will make a very fine wife one day."
The woman scoffs. "She will do no such thing. As soon as she is old enough, I am going to enroll her into school. She is going to become a teacher and show all of you stuck in the past how children should be treated."
Her husband covers his face embarrassed. "I see now where your boy gets his character from. My God give you strength" the neighbor says to him to which he only nods. "I apologize, it's the pregnancy. My wife becomes very emotional during that time" he says in a very quiet tone.
"Well, I'll be going now. Thank you for the coffee and the hospitality" he says standing up. "I have to go. Work is waiting."
As they are left alone, the couple is left silent staring straight ahead. "You really didn't need to be so rude" the husband finally speaks.
The wife turns to him angry. "He merely broke our son's head" she whispers sharply.
"He's his godfather. He would never hurt him on purpose. Please be nicer to him, he's the closes thing I have to a brother" the man replies calmly. The woman shakes her head and sighs: "Well, one thing is for sure. I'm not letting the children play anywhere near his house again."
"Sure, like you can stop them from roaming around" the man replies to which they both chuckles.
The woman stands up slowly. "I should feed the animals" she says. "Yes, I should probably go and water the field" he replies. Before the woman can move further away, her husband gently grabs her hand. She looks at him confused.
"What, no kiss for goo luck" he asks her equally confused. His wife smiles. "I don't know. Why don't you ask your godfather to kiss you?" she jokes.
The man thinks, is intrigued for a second and then frowns shaking his head: "I would rather not. His moustache might tickle."
The woman snorts covering her mouth. Her husband tries to sneak in a kiss but she declines still giggly. He looks at her making a sad face to which she chuckles even more. He puts his finger on his right cheek. "Won't you please. One here and make it pop."
The wife finally accepts. She leans down and kisses the cheek making a loud kissy sound. The man stands up as if hit by a burst of energy and puts his šajkača. "That's the one. Now I can finish two fields at once" he says grabbing the garden tools and strutting towards the gate. His wife, still smiling adds: "You are such a child."
Going towards the stables, she encounters two small sleepy faces at the house door. It's a 6-year-old girl and a 3-and-a-half-year old boy still in their sleeping shirts. "What's for breakfast?" the boy asks rubbing his eyes. The woman looks at them a bit startled. "Milk...grab your cups and come with me" she says and heads to feed the cows first.
"That... ugh! Keeps picking on my angel boy. If I hear another complaint, I'll..." she thinks clenching her fist.
At that moment, the boy screaming loudly: "Mom! The dogs are inbreeding again!"
The woman sees it and grabs the ridge of her nose, happy that the father was not there to hear it, or ask how the boy knows that word. "They're going to have offspring again, aren't they?" she mutters into her hand, frustrated.
"What's that?"
"Nothing, children! Come and get your breakfast before I change my mind" she yells moving.