Novellini
Kirjoituskilpailuuni lähettämääni novellia on toivottu luettavaksi, joten tässä se tulee. Tehtävänanto oli, että tekstin pitää alkaa tuolla lauseella, joka on Elizabeth Bishopin runosta One Art . Muuten käsittelytapaa ei ollut rajattu. A Present to Field Marshal Mannerheim “The art of losing isn’t hard to master,” I thought when my mother gave me a brown package which I was supposed to take to Field Marshal Mannerheim. Mannerheim is her great hero and she wanted to give him a present but she refused to take it to his palace herself because she was convinced Mannerheim would only speak Swedish. I did my best to make her believe that Mannerheim masters other languages as well, but it was all in vain. So off I went, not fully understanding why I had to do this. Why didn’t I, for once, say no. It would only do good to my mother to practice her Swedish, should Mannerheim speak it. The night was darkening and I walked on an empty street carrying the brown package. Manne...
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