Private Finished Illiterate Troubles

Varvara looked at the boy with a serious expression. She did not know what those feelings felt like, she couldn't begin to comprehend. But she wondered how she would feel if she knew that she had had a life before...this. A life where she had had friends, family, maybe even one of those things they called boyfriend. Varvara sighs, giving Jacky one more pat and then turns to the boy.
"I am Varvara, yes, and you are a boy I don't know. A boy I feel great sorrow for now, a boy trapped in a 'messed up world', as he says it. A boy I know has a family, friends, brother, people he has met. A boy I now envy."
Varvara smiled and finally sat down opposite of the boy, with calm smile on her face.
"I am Varvara, I come from somewhere I don't know, or maybe nowhere. I will not compare my experiences, or pity myself, and I know you are not doing so either. You are hurting, and she knows that."
Varvara waved towards Jacky.
"She cares for you, just as your family cared for you, your friends cared for you. Now, will you let me care for you, nameless boy? At least a little. And if you say no..."
Varvara pushed herself up and grinned.
"I won't care. I shall care for you now, you can't avoid it. In your face, or so they say."
Varvara laughed and looked excited. She loved caring about things, it made the cared things look beautiful.

Varvara looked at the boy sadly. He was truly mad, and that probably stemmed from frustration, confusion and sadness. Varvara was not going to compare herself to him, though they were quite similar in opposite ways. Varvata stroked Jacky a bit and smiled.
"Yes, I will care about you. Good that we are on the same page, or so they say. I love these things words do, making one thing about other."
Varvara grabbed her own book and opened it, pointing at a word. It was the word 'friend',
"Can you read this?"

Varvara was listening seriously as the boy tried to read the word. Varvara felt a connection besides the similarities with their pasts. The boy was as bad at reading than her. Well, maybe a little better. Varvara smiled at Jacky from behind the book as the boy was finally able to pronounce the word right.
"Is it like that? I recconed it was pronounced 'my'"
Varvara grinned from over the book at the boy. She wondered if the boy had realized what the word was already.
"As in 'my friend'"
Varvara smiled at the boy gently and turned the page. There was a new word. Tomorrow.
"This is a serious question, I assure you. I truly do not know how to pronounce this letter monster. Might you know?"
Varvara put the book between them on the table.

Varvara leaned over the book and looked at the word closely herself. It was truly tricky.
"Yes, this is quite challenging indeed. Let's see..."
Varvara traced her finger over the letters, trying to form the word in her mind.
"To...tom...tomo...rowo...no."
Varvara scoffs in frustration and leans her head even closer to the book, making weird faces.
"To...mor...r.r...ow. To-mor-row."
Varvara pronounces it and looks over at the boy.
"How did I do? Was I close?"

Varvara frowned and looked at the word the boy pointed. Then slowly smiled because she knew this one. She'd gone through extra trouble to learn as many weather words as possible.
"Sun-shine"
Varvara said with clear pronunciaton and pointed at Sam.
"How did you know, my new friend, that tomorrow was going to be a sunny day? I did not share this knowledge with anyone."
Varvara leaned back and clapped a little.
"Now it's our secret."