I am too young to stay here. And too clever to give up writing

... I packed my rucksack and walked away.
It was a narrow dusty road with no human walking there.
Suddenly, I saw a vehicle. It was an old soviet track with an open body. Five bearded men were staring at me. I saw those warrior faces, knowing no mercy. I was scared to death. I saw a submachine gun in one of those hands I was afraid of. As the track moved closer and closer, I was thinking of escape variants.
It was a load off my mind, when the driver told me with a smile on his face “Good morning!” Other guys waved their arms at me. And the vehicle disappeared.
I lighted up a cigarette, having too many thoughts of what just had happened. I had stubbed out a loosey and moved further.
The road was mounting up. It was only twenty-twenty five miles to Georgia border, and the road had its dead-end on the border’s field fortification. Thereabout was the mountain with its unusual name The Cross.
With my last bit of strength I climbed onto the mountain and from behind the hill I saw a wooden crucifix about three meters height. There was a small grotto in the rock, which looked like an open bureau. Inside of it, there was a burning taper scattered with coins and hard cash. I stepped up to the cross and set down nearby.
I was sitting there for hours, watching the sky and nature and enjoying solitude.
I came up with an idea to... borrow money from this grotto, because I had lost everything I had. Not all the sum, but the sum which I had to pay for pair milk and white cheese.
The farm was a short step away and I had time to go there before the dark. I had never stolen anything before. But this time I made a reach for money and took it.
From behind the forest I saw the peasant’s log hut of the farm and a car. Having come closer, I saw a middle-age man and his wife. I supposed them to be poor, but happy. The man leased one of those angry yapping dogs and asked me to come into their house. “We’ve been told that you have to come. Did you come yesterday?” – he said.
"Yep" - I said.
“Sorry for this little misunderstanding. We were shepherding up in the mountains. I’ll bring your cheese in a minute’. He bowed his assent, looking at his wife, and she popped off. After a while she came with a package and gave it to me. I had had it backpacked. I put forth money that I hold in my hand, but they didn’t want me to pay. I said: “Take it, please”. But they insisted that it was for free. “You came yesterday and it is our fault that we were away. You should go. It’s getting dark.”