his wife, nor his son could manage
to fall sleep until morning. His son's ears and nose had become
blue and swollen. He couldn't move his arms or head because of
pain. He tossed back and forth, and kept moaning until morning.
Mastan's wife was also tossing from side to side. She couldn't
understand how things had turned out like this. Everything had
been so good. Up until then, there had never been any problems
at home. Why were they having such a hard time since they had
moved to the dacha?

But Mastan was worse off than the others. On the one hand, he
was ashamed of what he had done; on the other hand, he felt sorry
for his son. He was terrified to realize that the independent
life he had been wishing for up until then, andthe 10 to 15
days that he had wanted to have for himself and his family had
turned out to be so dangerous. How had things turned out to be
so bad?

Mastan thought a lot and decided that they should return home
in the morning.

So they did.

As soon as they got home, the whole building came out to greet
them. Everybody was interested in the black and blue ears of
Mastan's son. They said that he had got into a fight with some
kids. Then the whole building said: "Jan". Then for
a whole week they kept bringing medicine, delicious dishes and
fruits for his son. His son's mad goat phase passed. The kid
became the well-bred, shy boy just as he had been before. He
felt embarrassed and shy with everyone that he saw. His wife's
face became happy