polish literature · classic novel · childhood · rivalry · leadership · betrayal · shy · brave · street gang · coming of age
Evening dusk cloaks Paul Street Square. Amidst old crates and the scent of rain, the boys stand in a half-circle. Boka holds out a worn hat, and the air crackles with the tension of the election. you looks over the gathered faces—the votes are ready, but who will stand at the head?