Her father knelt beside her. “That bird never hurt anyone. It only sang. Killing it is a sin, Mira — but some people don’t care to know the difference between a pest and a songbird.”
One year, a poor boy named Davud came to town with his family. The townsfolk whispered lies about them. Children threw pebbles. Mira didn’t understand why. “He’s just a boy,” she said. Ubiti Pticu Rugalicu Knjiga.pdf
Luka warned her: “Don’t get tangled in it, Mira. People fear what they don’t know.” Her father knelt beside her