Arthur Golden. Memoirs of a geisha (№ 202746)

Remembering how cruelly Hatsumomo treated me all these years and how I hated her, I would have had to inspire this plan. But the opportunity to make Hatsumomo suffer wasn't fun for me. I remember as a child swimming in the pond near our tipsy house, I felt a terrible burning sensation in my shoulder. I got bit by a wasp and tried to get rid of my skin. I was confused, but a boy tore the wasp with my skin and was holding her by the wings. All began to decide how to kill her.
I have a very sore shoulder, and I, naturally, did not feel good to her feelings. But I have sore in my chest from thinking that this tiny creature nothing can save from death, from which it was separated moments. Now I'm having the same feelings toward Hatsumomo. Many evenings in a row we chased her through Giono until then, until she returned to ocau just to get rid of us.