Letters
To the Editor
…I
rememb
er the
stories
by my
mother,
that my
dad was
a good
man.
The
story I
like to
rememb
er most is the one
in which he saved
the king’s life and
then the existence
of the whole family
got much better. It
was the first day
when we were
working in the
field, cultivating
wheat. The area
was dangerous. In
a distance one
could see the king
riding a horse. My
dad saw that
something was
wrong. He ran up
to the king and
calmed the horse.
In this way they
didn’t fall into the
river, and what was
more important,
nothing happened
to the king. My dad
was given a new
piece of land and
got new plants to
grow. He helped us
in this way to earn
a better life.
Aleksandra
Bednarz
Dear Editor
I am a warrior and
the king sustains
me. He provides
me with weapon
and takes care of
me. Instead I obey
him and we fight
together in battles.
During such a
battle we fight with
weapon and tools:
spear, sword, chain
and battle axe.
During such
struggles we
experience our ups
and downs, but
generally we
manage to win.
When we return
after the victory we
all celebrate
together with the
king.
During the trip he saw a
rich man travelling alone.
Suddenly a beautiful chariot
with seven horses appeared
in front of him and he saw a
giant deer. The horses were
frightened, they began to
run and shot down a
coachman. My father did
not wait a moment. He left
his commodity and ran
toward the easy-going rich
man. He pushed him away
and saved his life.
The rich man was our king.
He was impressed with
what my father did. He gave
my dad a beautiful country
house.
My mother, who had been
sick since last winter, was
very pleased because she
didn’t have to work so hard
anymore. My parents can
rest now. Me and my
siblings started education
from private teachers.
Małgorzata Dul
Lestek
Memories of my father
from a peasant family.
Contemporary peasant life
is tough. I know something
about this, because I come
from a peasant family. Early
in the morning, before the
rooster crows, you have
your own duties to be done.
My father is a brave man.
Selling food in the city,
Dear Editor, Today was
manic. There were heads
flying all over - without the
rest of the body! There were
sounds of men dying all
around me, it was so loud
my head was screaming
with their voices. I didn’t
want to go to war but my
family needs some money.
In these dark, deadly times I
need to think of my
daughter, beautiful Matilda,
and her bright blue eyes that
sparkle in the sunlight. I
need to think of my wife,
reliable Alice, and her