…
No thank you. Tomorrow I’ll be busy.
[he rubs at his eyes]
—good night, sir.
Well then we can do it the day after.
[Not giving up]
…
No thank you, sir.
…
Please, can we drop it?
Nyet.
If you wanting me to deliver flowers, you at least need to help me pick them.
—Mister Ivan, please.
[he’s half pleading now.]
…please, sir. I don’t want to. Please…please. I just—you’ll do better then me. I don’t want to.
…
No thank you. Tomorrow I’ll be busy.
[he rubs at his eyes]
—good night, sir.
Well then we can do it the day after.
[Not giving up]
…
No thank you, sir.
…
Please, can we drop it?
[Poor Peter, thinking Ivan’s giving up that easily]
Da…
Well come one. We needing to pick flowers, da?
…
I just wanted you to get them bluebells, Mister Ivan.
That’s it.
…
I’m gonna go, now, okay?
Da, I know you wanting bluebells, but I needing help picking them.
…
No, you’re better at it, sir. ‘m gonna go now.
[he rubs at his eyes]
…’m tired.
We’ll pick them tomorrow then.
I want you to help me do it.
…
No thank you. Tomorrow I’ll be busy.
[he rubs at his eyes]
—good night, sir.
[Poor Peter, thinking Ivan’s giving up that easily]
Da…
Well come one. We needing to pick flowers, da?
…
I just wanted you to get them bluebells, Mister Ivan.
That’s it.
…
I’m gonna go, now, okay?
Da, I know you wanting bluebells, but I needing help picking them.
…
No, you’re better at it, sir. ‘m gonna go now.
[he rubs at his eyes]
…’m tired.
moysharf:…
What if I say I wanting you to do it with me?
…
I would say no, Mister Ivan.
[he shakes his head]
…
I just don’t want to, okay?
[Sighs and shakes his head]
If that how you really thinking then…Da, okay.
…
Thank you, sir.
[and you know that if he’s not trying to please the adults, there’s something seriously up.]
…
Thank you.
[Poor Peter, thinking Ivan’s giving up that easily]
Da…
Well come one. We needing to pick flowers, da?
…
I just wanted you to get them bluebells, Mister Ivan.
That’s it.
…
I’m gonna go, now, okay?
moysharf:…
What if I say I wanting you to do it with me?
…
I would say no, Mister Ivan.
[he shakes his head]
…
I just don’t want to, okay?
[Sighs and shakes his head]
If that how you really thinking then…Da, okay.
…
Thank you, sir.
[and you know that if he’s not trying to please the adults, there’s something seriously up.]
…
Thank you.
How do you not understand the big people? You are one.
[…he pouts right back.]
—I’m pretty sure, Mister Ivan. I’m pretty positive.
…I just don’t.
[Pouting contest]
—But they would really really like to get flowers from you too.
Ahhh…I think I get it.
[he pouts right back, rocking back and forth.]
They are from me, I’m just askin’ you to deliver them and such.
Right.
[Mimics Peter]
Well I thinking they would like to have you deliver them too.
Yeah.
[nope.]
…no thank you. I don’t want to. Please do it for me, Mister Ivan.
…
What if I say I wanting you to do it with me?
…
I would say no, Mister Ivan.
[he shakes his head]
…
I just don’t want to, okay?
How do you not understand the big people? You are one.
[…he pouts right back.]
—I’m pretty sure, Mister Ivan. I’m pretty positive.
…I just don’t.
[Pouting contest]
—But they would really really like to get flowers from you too.
Ahhh…I think I get it.
[he pouts right back, rocking back and forth.]
They are from me, I’m just askin’ you to deliver them and such.
Right.
[Mimics Peter]
Well I thinking they would like to have you deliver them too.
Yeah.
[nope.]
…no thank you. I don’t want to. Please do it for me, Mister Ivan.
How do you not understand the big people? You are one.
[…he pouts right back.]
—I’m pretty sure, Mister Ivan. I’m pretty positive.
…I just don’t.
[Pouting contest]
—But they would really really like to get flowers from you too.
Ahhh…I think I get it.
[he pouts right back, rocking back and forth.]
They are from me, I’m just askin’ you to deliver them and such.
I don’t know. The big people are always so fickle…
[he sighs, before looking up]
—so are you gonna give them the flowers?
[He can’t help but chuckle]
Da, we are fickle.
[Sighs a bit]
Are you sure you don’t wanna give them to them with me?
Yes, you all are. I won’t ever be able to understand you.
[he kind of puffs out his cheeks.]
…I’m sure, I’m sure, Mister Ivan.
I want you to give them to him, pretty please.
Mm, neither will I.
[Puppy dog pout]
Really…? You don’t wanna give flowers to them?
How do you not understand the big people? You are one.
[…he pouts right back.]
—I’m pretty sure, Mister Ivan. I’m pretty positive.
I don’t know. The big people are always so fickle…
[he sighs, before looking up]
—so are you gonna give them the flowers?
[He can’t help but chuckle]
Da, we are fickle.
[Sighs a bit]
Are you sure you don’t wanna give them to them with me?
Yes, you all are. I won’t ever be able to understand you.
[he kind of puffs out his cheeks.]
…I’m sure, I’m sure, Mister Ivan.
I want you to give them to him, pretty please.
Ah… I know that must have been hard to learn, Peter…
[He sighs and then pulls the boy into a hug, not really sure what to say]
…
[he sighs, just nuzzling there, gripping at the other’s scarf.]
…you..you aren’t mad, are you, Mister Ivan?
[He rubs Peter’s back and shakes his head]
Of course not, Peter. Why would I be mad?
I don’t know. The big people are always so fickle…
[he sighs, before looking up]
—so are you gonna give them the flowers?
Peter…It not good to be keeping things that upset you locked up inside. It okay to talk about them.
[He rests a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gives him a sympathetic smile]
[he pauses, before sighing, looking down.]
—Mister Ivan…I’ve known you for a long long time, right? Since last year. I’ve known you a long time…right?
…
…I…can you keep secrets, sir?
[He nods and gives Peter a serious look]
Da, you have known me long time. I can keep any secret you ask me to.
..okay.
Well…
I’m sad. Because I asked England if he was the one who named me, and I asked two of them—I asked m’England, and I asked—and I asked Arthur but..but they both said that they didn’t—
And I just…
…
It’s…
I’m sad about it.
Ah… I know that must have been hard to learn, Peter…
[He sighs and then pulls the boy into a hug, not really sure what to say]
…
[he sighs, just nuzzling there, gripping at the other’s scarf.]
…you..you aren’t mad, are you, Mister Ivan?
Peter…It not good to be keeping things that upset you locked up inside. It okay to talk about them.
[He rests a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gives him a sympathetic smile]
[he pauses, before sighing, looking down.]
—Mister Ivan…I’ve known you for a long long time, right? Since last year. I’ve known you a long time…right?
…
…I…can you keep secrets, sir?
[He nods and gives Peter a serious look]
Da, you have known me long time. I can keep any secret you ask me to.
..okay.
Well…
I’m sad. Because I asked England if he was the one who named me, and I asked two of them—I asked m’England, and I asked—and I asked Arthur but..but they both said that they didn’t—
And I just…
…
It’s…
I’m sad about it.
Oh! Thank you, make sure to give them their favourites, too, okay?
[he smiles wide, before shaking his head.]
—it’s nothing important, sir! Don’t worry, don’ worry at all.
[He nods but keeps giving Peter a questioning look]
Peter…If something upsets you, then that something must be important.
It’s something I can…well, I can try to deal with myself, Mister Ivan, sir.
[he shrugs his shoulders again.]
—you know, mmmh. It’s okay. I’m just sad, about a few things.
Peter…It not good to be keeping things that upset you locked up inside. It okay to talk about them.
[He rests a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gives him a sympathetic smile]
[he pauses, before sighing, looking down.]
—Mister Ivan…I’ve known you for a long long time, right? Since last year. I’ve known you a long time…right?
…
…I…can you keep secrets, sir?
