Little John was an infant prodigy. When he was 7 he went to
school; his
knowledge and talent were amazing. From year to year his great
mind was
developing at a rare bat. He passed every single exam perfectly.
Some people
were jealous, the others were ironical. John hated them. They
teased him and
often restored to fisticuffs. One day when he was on the way
back home he met
them in the park. Blown up by vulgar words, kicked and beaten...
but that was
not all. There were toll-bars in his hands. they volleyed stones
at him. Two
stones caught him on his temple, one on his eye. He streamed
with blood. His
eyeball moved backward for a few centimetres. The guilty ones
escaped.