Please talk about the small one.

He is a lively, cheerful, intelligent, lovely, naive and kind young man. Finally, my uncles killed me. They asked him to take a heavy oak cross to the graveyard of Uncle Yakov's dead wife in the snowy winter. It takes two people to lift the cross and put it on his back, and he is only 19 years old. As a result, his foot tripped, the cross hit his back and he bled to death. )