S: Russian Pewter Hatchet
FC: Our Family History
1: I dedicate this book to the whole hatchet family!!!
2: Hello, my name is Peter Toporkov and I am in fifth grade. I was born in Russia in 2000 (in Japan they have an animal for each year you were born in and my animal is a dragon). Also my name, Toporkov in Russian is "Hatchet-kov".
5: I will in thy upcoming pages be writing thy history and some other stories to keep the flame of the Toporkovs running.
6: This is a story about my grandpa Anatoliy. I'll tell more stories but right now I got a story about his mom and dad that he somehow got out of his mom. Okay, it started like this. My great grandpa really liked my great grandma, but she only liked him as a friend, so one day, he took his "blanket-case", snuck into my great grandmother's house put her in the case and carried her over to another part of Siberia, far from where he was born and she was stuck with him to marry. Then they got a job, buoy tender and they gave birth to four children, my grandpa and three unknown to me girls.
7: By the way, at that time, the soviet union said that if you didn't do the job that you were assigned, you were an outlaw. Then, maybe after a couple of weeks he was assigned a hard camp for hard jobs so he escaped and then, he was with his family at night and hid all day. One day, a police officer got to their house and asked my grandpa "do you know where your daddy is?" and grandpa pointed to the basement. Then my great grandpa was arrested and taken to jail and when they got there, he tried to escape off to the woods but an officer shot and killed him.
8: I remember a story about my grandmother Irina from when we were on vacation. I was walking with my brother, and my grandma. We were calmly walking along a cement path near the ocean in Palm Beach, Florida. Suddenly my grandma got startled by something and ran away! But later, we found out she was scared of a squirrel and we had a good laugh!
10: A story is about my other grandma Alla. It started when we visited our grandma in Russia. Then she showed us her only two lizards made of beads and string that only she knows how to make and told us that we can make an order which color lizard we want for next time we visit. Then about five weeks later we got lizards and news that she forgot how to make them and sent us her last ones.
12: Our lucky number is 24 because of many cool reasons. Mom and dad got married on the 24th of April at the ages of 24 & 24, somebody counted the number of lines on dad's ring and got 24, I was born on the 24th of May, and my brother was born on the 24th of February. We love the number 24.
14: This is a story about my grandfather Anatoliy and his stepdad Mihail. When Anatoliy lived in a small village in Siberia. The houses were warmed by logs from faraway places in winter and it took 3 or 4 days to get the wood and he and Mihail did that for their family to get ready for winter. Once, he was doing that with Mihail. They went far away from home and where no-one had been. They had to roll the logs into the water and make a raft since that was the only way for them to bring the logs home. While they were doing that they found a dead corpse of a guy. In their town a good thing to do was that if you find a corpse in the water, you bring it on land, bury a hole, put it in, and put a cross of wood next to it in the ground, so they did that even though they were terribly tired and had no shovels. The wife of the man always came to their town to say thank you to Anatoliy and Mihail. He felt satisfied for doing something good and learned that good things make you feel that way.
16: This is a story about how my grandparents Sergey and Irina got married. When my grandpa was in a University, he went to Red Square, Moscow for a walk. Then he saw a beautiful girl and greeted her (that girl is my grandma who came to Moscow from Ukraine for vacation). They liked each other and spent the whole day together and at the end of the day, Sergey made a proposal to Irina and she agreed. They both felt sure that they are made for each other. A few months later they got married and lived happily ever after.
18: When my brother was two and a half years old, we were walking and we came home and my mom says, "Peter, I can give you a grade for behavior, A. Keep up this good work." Steven then asks, "What about me?" "I give you a C for your behavior."And since my brother didn't exactly understand what grades were and meant, he happily asked (thinking C was good), "Do I get pastry (sweets) for this? Candy?" Then we all had a good laugh!
20: Here's a story about me. | When I was 3 and a half, and my brother was 2, we liked to put our underwear on our heads as hats and one day our mom asked me, "what is on your head?". I answer, "It's a hat!" and mom asked me "then why are there holes in your hat?". And then i answer, "Well, we were shot at and they got through." And then we had a good laugh!