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[la_tisana]

My great grandfather, Kolya was a red soldier. He fought in the army of General Budenniy, then in World War 2. He kept a set of false teeth in a cut glass full of water and some grenade splinters somewhere in his body. In spring he used to make a big bunch of nettles and ask me to switch his back, "for good health".

He wasn't on good terms with my great grandmother, each of them having their own bedroom. When, rarely, I happened to enter great grandfather's room (almost empty: a bed, a table, a chair and a big world map on the wall) he always asked me to find and show him Easter Island, belonging to Chile, on the map. I still don't know why. But always, Easter Island...


the Day of Victory -
how were they,
dead soldiers' dreams?

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I make nettle soup in the spring, but your great-grandfather's practice was much more bracing.

Perhaps for your great grandfather, Easter Island represented the farthest reaches, away from the confusion and pain of humanity. And:

"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me"

I think about this a lot....

[la-tisana.livejournal.com]

I like this psalm too, dear Francesca...though usually I read it in slavic :-) maybe you are right about the farthest reaches...

[marselmarch.livejournal.com]

мой вариант (не перевода):

день победы
год от года
меньше живых

[la-tisana.livejournal.com]

toyhe pravda...

[1mph.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on your next step in dominating the Haiku/Senryu/Tanka/Haibun world! ;)

[la-tisana.livejournal.com]

thanx! :-)