Lupaus Page #3

---

l wish you could see how nice we've

turned it. lt almost feels like home.

Our stove is smoking so hard that

l can't see to the next wall.

My friends look like blackamoors;

and our clothes are filthy.

Pants covered in tar; coats in soot

and mud; crinkled a thousand-fold.

Saw some planes headed out that way

today. May God protect us all.

Be careful and stay brave.

Over there. I see them.

Contact controI station.

Eye 1 8; attack!

Six big ones.

From 20 degrees, high.

-Six big ones, 20 degrees; high.

Getting cIoser; circIing west.

-Eye 1 8; circIing west.

Hi there, foIks!

These goods shouId Iast us

weII untiI the end.

Hi; Mona. So you decided

to join us too?

Kaisa suppIies the canteens.

-And heIps set up new ones.

I aIso do inspection rounds-

so if you ever need a ride somewhere,

just ask me.

Got to run.

The guy thinks he's a generaI;

waIking wide Iike that.

I apoIogize on behaIf of our

honorabIe messenger.

He usuaIIy sees the women;

not the ugIy but the pretty ones.

Wandering around Iike that

with his eyes cIosed!

But that's what I'm here for,

to foIIow him around-

and cIear up the mess.

-It's okay.

ViIIe SorvaIi is the name.

From KareIian Nuijamaa.

Lotta Moisio from PorkkaIa.

This one's got no name at aII?

-I prefer to keep it to myseIf.

A name is what you make of it.

But as you pIease.

l've been here almost a week now-

and with all the work to do;

l haven't had much time to be afraid.

l have twenty poor old steeds to

look after as we speak.

lt means getting up at five am

and collapsing in bed at night.

l have had such strange dreams

lately-

and it breaks my heart to see these

innocent horses suffer in vain.

P.S. The Stable Officer is nice; but

l'm not sure about Smith Ollinen yet.

How's it going with FreckIes?

-I can see he's hurting.

He needs to exercise that Ieg.

You are to ride these horse

every day ; a few miIes each.

Where's our IittIe debutant?

Came here to do her riding since

the army took her horses to war.

This girI can ride without a saddIe.

Saw her do it the other day.

Are these the ones?

They've been trampIing through the

snow aII winter in summer shoes.

Ruth! Wait!

My shift ended.

I came out for some fresh air.

How are things in the stabIe?

-Not good.

How come? -AwfuI rush

and the Smith keeps sneering at me.

And now the stabIe master wants me

to ride about a hundred horses a day.

Where wiII I find the time?

KARELIAN ISTHMUS; 23 December; 1 939

The stretches!

Ake!

-You know him?

How bad is it?

-Chest smashed by a spIinter.

Mona, don't go.

Mona... hand... hand.

Sing to me... it's Christmas Eve.

Christmas is here;

the awaited feast-

every heart is fiIIed

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes