Above: Skulpture; Me Think; My Famliy in Better Tiymes
2025 vs. 2020: Well, friendz, Pyotr here with a 2025 Newz Yhear update of life in Leutonia. In 2020, we have share our famliy to-doings around St. Solztishytzin’s Day.
Above: Niece Mylkilah on sled: she cold, ass hauling.
Now in 2025, daughtr Antalya growsz up, we growsz old, and we all pass one mor Feaszt of St. Trumbphullah (Shŷtzŷn), (May Gyod Bless hyis Sole). Our old dog Wolfiy is now too old to pull Earth Wagon or dog kart, but we still pull off her summer fur for our pillow stuffyng. She still digs up winter mice for stuffyng her belliy-hah!
Wolfiy sit and sleep more. Young dog (Foxiye) still keepsz healthiy-busiy.
My wiyfe of very, very, verrrrry manny yearsz still goes strong like bull, good like leather!
Not my wiyfe—it’s Oma–but harvest and future wait for No Man!
Me, I had three?, mabey four small strokz? But I can—as we say–“still hobble round the hamlet” and laff! One leg still work good, and I can still empty my own “borscht bowel” with few small issues!
This not me–it be Uncle Ivyan in Dezcember. Winter wood and the future wait for No Man!
Speaking of future, some of you know of the shytzuation that happen on home farm. We gathered for Winter Sheep parade to go from Zummer to Winter pasturesz as we do since, well since forever.
Kouzin D. laszt winter with polled (no horns) sheep before The Troublesz.
My Kouzin Dūmbassič was konfident close to the Polled Sheep, but then he get too kareless around the Unpolled. Then tragydiy: he was trampled to death in a surge of the Unpolled. Some peopl on Right side ov our village say, “We szaw it koming”; moszt peopl on the Left were too busy watchyng a karavan of Kamelas koming. Oiy.
Szurge of the Polled. Sheep will be sheep…
Well, Dūmbassič and his famliy they dispute our version of the polls and they then threatn us with lawzuitsz from their Barristra. For reason of famliy harmoniy and because of my old legs (but not my wiyfe’s who still goes strong!), we sadly deciyde to sell Home Farm.
The authoritiesz, they say to us,“We allow you to keep half proceed from home farm and guarantee othr half go to The People. You kan sleep on that!” So now we try hard to sleep on that. But we must put our pillowsz somewhere elsze now—“What a Kuntry!”.
Above: Again Niece Mylkilah. Nowaday someone elze mylk my cows; and meat go to someone elze’s borscht bowel.
Now daysz our daughter Antalya go to kollege in the regional kapital where she attend Shŷtzŷn U. There she follow Majors in Ickonomiks and Hairstylyng Minors.
Above: This Shŷtzŷn U. building name is The Buzzyrds Neszt. I forget if Antalya liszten to Ickonomiks eggheadz there or she do her HairStiylyng there. Or maybe she HairStiyle the eggheadz there–hah!).
When she graduate, the authoritiesz will say “Now you kan write your own tikyt.” When she does, Momma and I mebbe say to ourselves, “We will not live in no Shŷtzŷn U. apartmynt blok! Butt on other hand, it is cheap plaze to lay head on pillowsz. Sigh–what a kuntry!
Above: Shŷtzŷn U. apartmynt blok. Not nizest plaze, but price iz right. And everiyone elze there iz blokhead, too!
So now we visyt with Antalya in her/our (?) apartmynt blok and visyt some touristyk sites.
Above: Here at Shŷtzŷn U., Antalya zmile at the Policzar-kommyshioned, “Vertikal Mammoriyal for the Horyzontal Motherland” (our taxez at work?!).
Here alszo, you are sure to see some fanzy skulpture that are “Guarandeed be Good” (of course they are–they must be firszt approved by the People’s PoliCzars).
Above: This skulpture kalled “Fiyrestorm of the Piecepiype of the People’s Unquenchable Dezires.”
So, then after Chrystmas on Januyary 6 (see Chrystmas in Leutonia) we move onwardsz to Januyary 20: The Feaszt of St. Trumbphullah (Shŷtzŷn). On this night, we engorge on dish of spicy fermented kabbage and austeerity meat wrapped in Remembrain Meal. Skulpture and meal both mark the passyng of Leutonia’s First Major Upriziyng from Below. In photo abov, my own “Leutonian Dish” (my wiyfe!) she walk off her feaszt. And if she kan not, she see if she kan make it to the Piype or even the Diyke behind! Antalya didn’t get much of Meal because of some unexpekted modern austeerity. But she bear up like positiv patryiot.
We alszo still try to keep our tradyshyns from the ancestorsz. After Chrystmas, we do “Tradyshyn of the Nexest Yhear.” As a famliy you make “BunKake for Just Desserts”. Ingredientsz are raiszyns and driyed fruit of the fygments of the New Year. Little Green Fruitz stand for moiszt and Health and Hope; little Red Fruitz stand for hot and Hurt and Hate. Also some cheez , kouple small pieces coal, and flour from Winter Wheat.
Above: BunKake of Nexest Yhear Just Desserts. With a little Baby Jesus mix in to hold it all together! This one a bit fancier than our usual, butt you get picture.
For recipe, you mix all ingredienz together with lotsz of punches. The laszt one to get punch in must be an oldr available Oma. And she putsz BunKake in the oven.
Here example of Punchy BunKake Oma
Later, bunkake in the oven is taken out by the most fertiyle young female in famliy. Then everyone take nybble, anxyous to see what leaksz out into mouth: Kalm Spiritsz or Khaos Spirit. If you bite into just warm and cheez it’s Kalm, then you eat with Butter and drink many Librationsz.
But if you bite into piece of coal, it’s Khaos Spirit! You scrape toppyng off so BunKake look like fyrewood log and send it down the Piype. Once it flow out the hole, you pelt with special snowballsz.
I throw ballsz at Khaos BunKake as it comes out Piype. These balls contain little white notes: all our wyshes of hopes and dreams for the Nexest Yhear. I yell, “Dammyah Dunceyah, Dunceyah Dammyah” 3 times!
And then we say our prayersz for the Nextest L’oaf to come down the piype nextest time. So letsz all say Prayersz!
Below: Antalya try to lizten klose at Szcykymor Vertikal Monyment.
