Leonids saga.

[SigurdV]

Sigurd Leonidovich Vojnov

Today:
Im very self centered;
heres the story of my father:

Leonid Andrejevitj
was half asleep
when the little note
was thrown on his desk...

He tried to grab it
but the teacher was too quick.
The teachers eyes widened
as he read the note out loud:
Stalin stinks !?

From Ural
To Kamchatka!
Potamushto...
Its a long way...

Leonid is in the army!
Having a problem:
He MUST report dissenters...
(OR!)

What are friends for?
Please my friend
dont tell me more...
(:WAR!)

WHAT!?
Our guns wont work?
Parts are missing?

How can I get bandages?
Dont die on me pal!

I think they wanted us dead!
Hey!
Those Tanks !

... are GERMAN TANKS
Eh...and you are German Soldiers?
I think I get it.

How Come
Leonids new company are officers?
How Come
Leonids hair is as long as theirs?

You see
Only officers keep their hair
So we
Know you are an officer
Thats why
Youre not dead.

(The Russian
Army Orchestras
Lets their musicians
Wear long hair)

HEY YOU! Open your mouth!
Fine. Now close your eyes!
...And you're peed in.

Once upon a time I wished
His blood were on my hands.
Or in my mouth...

Be friends
with your memories
let go the tears
they are good for you.

Life
in Germany
could be worse

we OFFICERS (he he)

Must labour at farms
Move over Mr Pig!
I LOVE swill!

Come here Leonid
Theres too many Russians here...

***(PANIC!) ***

Get in that car
We need you in Norway.

Here is your empty cart
And there is Swedish Iron Ore
Fill up your cart
Transport into ship

We need the ore
in Germany
To make guns
For killing Russians

Aha!

...Psst...
At this spot
The guards
Cant see us

When we come back
We climb the hill
And RUN

A couple of mountains later
Leonid and his
new found friend

*rests*

Hey... theres yellow berries here!
His friend says ... and eats
Nah! Im tired.

You eat them berries
If youre alive tomorrow
Ill try them...

Leonid watches them Swedes

My saviours they are
But how come these
Aboriginees herding Rein Deers
Can produce Iron ore for Germanee?

Oh! I almost forgot!
Heres the end
of the first part of my story:

Once I had a mother.
And once she was young
My father thought she was
Prettiest among all.

[Jörgen]

Actually, it´s not all about you, so I hijack this thread...

Once upon a time there was a shortage of food in the land,
so they would send the children to the other side of the sea,
where the food was plenty, plenty enough for the children.

The father of a little boy died at the front fighting the red army,
and when the war had ended his mother remarried to an officer of the former enemy.

Because of this the little boy could not return, his mother was starting a new life,
leaving her old life behind.

So he grew up in the new land with the two old people who had fed and accommodated him.

They adopted him, they gave the little boy their name, and he became a man.


Once upon a time, in another place, a little girl grew up,
and came to the new land from the ruins of her old land.

They met and made a child.

He drank and was violent, they soon seperated.

I don´t remember my father.

[SigurdV]

Jamen tack Jörgen!
Trevligt att veta lite mer om livet

[Jörgen]

För fyra generationer sedan så fanns det en liten flicka som bodde i St: Petersburg.
Om henne vet jag inte mer än så. Hon kanske inte tyckte om revolutionen?