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The road Home @ :: Stories ::     Apr 21 2008, 11:04 (UTC+0) Place: Ladomirova; district of Svidnik Time: Autumn 1944 Author: Slavomir Szabo Translated by: Timothy Martin        If I ever tell this to anyone, even to someone who truly likes me, I reckon they won`t believe me. They might nod their head, remain quiet, act this way or that, but do something to not have to actually talk with me and give their own opinion as to whether it actually happened or whether I merely imagined it. And I may tell the tale however I want, my words are too weak to describe all of the feelings, the fear, anxiety, perhaps even the cowardice as I hid among the trees looking for any sort of burrow, any place to slither into underground. I could have yelled out, shouted at the top of my lungs, but it wouldn`t have helped. In all the noise and confusion I would have hardly heard my own shouting. Do you know what it feels like when your feet become drenched through the holes in your boots? You know, and you don`t know. continued... read comments (1) / write comment recent comments: Well done Tarkulich 07.Nov:07:29 views: 3714

Mikova: The mother of Andy Warhol @ :: Old photos ::     Apr 21 2008, 11:04 (UTC+0) - This historical photograph from the cusp of the 19th and 20th centuries comes from the village of Mikova. It depicts the ancestors of the famous king of pop-art, Andy Warhol. Here we can see his mother Julia Zavadska, at the time he would have been eight years old, on the bottom photograph marked number 1. continued... read comments (0) / write comment views: 8226

Like Wild Geese @ :: Stories ::     Apr 21 2008, 11:03 (UTC+0) Place: Mikova, the district of Stopkov Time: 1946 – 1947 Author: Sona Jakesova Translated by: Timothy Martin        The forest above Mikova had come to be cloaked in yellow. Leaves from the trees fell noiselessly to the ground. An early evening sun shone through the crowns of the beech trees, and the rays sent their golden arrows to fall upon the roots. This sublime silence was broken by the sound of the voices of children approaching.        “Julka, look, that tree looks like a phantom! It lifts its branches up like great arms with claws and – aha – in the middle of the trunk – a hole like a gaping mouth!”        continued... read comments (0) / write comment views: 4777

Kojsov: Ceremonial costumes @ :: Old photos ::     Apr 21 2008, 11:02 (UTC+0) Kojsov, Gelnica okres: This historical photograph originated during the period of the 1st Czechoslovak Republic. Here we see three women of Kojsov in ceremonial costume. This studio photograph was finished in Gelnica, and as you may notice at the bottom, we also know the name of the photographer, Julius Friedmann. We also know the names of the women pictured. Young misses Gollenova, Leskova, and Molcakova had this group portrait taken as a keepsake. All three served in Presov. continued... read comments (0) / write comment views: 4038

King Ladislav`s miracle @ :: Stories ::     Apr 21 2008, 11:02 (UTC+0) Saint Ladislav battles the Pecheneg who abducted his wife. Detail from a historical fresco. Place: Drienovec: the district of Kosice – environs Time: Sometime between 1077 – 1095 Author: Slavomír Szabó Translated by: Timothy Martin        Koloman would rather not see himself. In other words, Koloman would rather see himself somewhere else. Anywhere. Even on the fields pulling the plow like some kind of ox, hauling logs from the forest like a horse, or even covered under a thick layer of mud in the pigsty among the swine. Anywhere else but not here! He sat in the shade under the hazel at the end of the plain and looked at his palms. Sprinkled on them were some grains of rye, nice and ripe, just ready for chewing. He took this allotment of food now in the clear afternoon to chase away the hunger. It was fine, beautiful in fact to grind the grain between his teeth and take the taste where one could get it, except that his tongue had started to cling to the roof of his mouth over the past three days, and it was as if he was unable to separate his lips. Eating was impossible, he needed some water. continued... read comments (1) / write comment recent comments: Enjoyed your site volkerbradley 15.Nov:08:36 views: 3827

the older posts:

• Herlany: The first borehole of geyser
  Apr 21 2008, 11:00 (UTC+0)
  
• Mikova: Something about the “flood pants”
  Apr 21 2008, 10:54 (UTC+0)
  
• Herlany: Villa of the Prime Minister Julius Andrassy
  Apr 21 2008, 10:48 (UTC+0)
  
• Medzev: The beginnings of forging
  Apr 21 2008, 10:45 (UTC+0)
  
• Medzev: A view of the Birth of the Virgin Mary church
  Apr 21 2008, 10:42 (UTC+0)
  
• Drienovec: Austro-Hungarian soldier
  Apr 21 2008, 10:37 (UTC+0)
  
• Medzev: The hamor (forge) and the “teich”
  Apr 21 2008, 10:35 (UTC+0)
  
• Medzev: Rural houses of the town
  Apr 21 2008, 10:29 (UTC+0)
  
• Medzev: A view of the town in the year 1900
  Apr 21 2008, 10:26 (UTC+0)
  
• Rovne: Rusyns and the Wallachian right
  Apr 21 2008, 10:22 (UTC+0)
  

even older posts...