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Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch

 

Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch est l’auteure d’une dizaine de livres dont Cher Journal : Prisonniers de la grande forêt, Enfant volée, Soldat clandestin et Faire des bombes pour Hitler. Elle a remporté de nombreux prix et est l’une des auteures canadiennes de romans historiques pour les jeunes les plus respectées. L’écriture de Marsha met en relief son héritage ukrainien. Elle a reçu l’Ordre de la princesse Olga de la part du président ukrainien. Elle vit à Brantford, en Ontario.

 

MARSHA FORCHUK SKRYPUCH is the author of more than a dozen books, including Dear Canada: Prisoners in the Promised Land, Stolen Child, Making Bombs for Hitler, Underground Soldier and Don’t Tell the Enemy. She has won many awards for her work and is one of Canada’s most respected authors of historical fiction for young people. Much of Marsha’s writing focuses on stories from her Ukrainian heritage, and she has been presented with the Order of Princess Olha by the President of Ukraine and named a Canadian Ukrainian Woman of Distinction. Marsha lives in Brantford, Ontario. Visit her online at www.calla.com.

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Adrift at Sea

Adrift at Sea

A Vietnamese Boy's Story of Survival
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On the second day, our boat springs a leak. I wish I could drink the water that laps around my feet, but it’s full of salt. Ma and Nghia take turns bailing. It’s hard work and few offer to help. Don’t they realize our boat could sink? The captain gives them a bottle of water in thanks. We hide this treasure in our bags.

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Cher Journal : Prisonniers de la grande forêt

Cher Journal : Prisonniers de la grande forêt

Anya Soloniuk, fille d'immigrants ukrainiens, Spirit Lake, Québec, 1914
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Dance of the Banished

Dance of the Banished

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“I’ll come back for you as soon as I save the money. We’ll get married. In the meantime, I’ve brought you a gift.” I reached into my bag and drew out two identical journals. “One of these is for you. While we are apart, keep this journal for me and I’ll write in the other for you. As you fill each page, tear it out and mail it to me. I’ll do the same. That way, we will still be together.” Zeynep took the journal and frowned, flipping through its blank pages. “I refuse to be your betrothed, never knowing when, or even if, you’ll come back.” She pulled a thin leather strap from around her neck. Strung on it was her cherished blue evil-eye bead that had protected her ever since she was a baby. “Take this.” She stood on her tiptoes to put it over my head. “It will keep you from harm. I’ll always love you, but I will not wait for you. We both deserve better than that.”

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Dear Canada: Prisoners in the Promised Land

Dear Canada: Prisoners in the Promised Land

The Ukrainian Internment Diary of Anya Soloniuk, Spirit Lake, Quebec, 1914
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Last Airlift

Last Airlift

A Vietnamese Orphan’s Rescue from War  
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Making Bombs for Hitler
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"In this room, you will be making bombs," said the supervisor. "The reason for no metal is because you could create a spark and that could cause an explosion." Making bombs? I suddenly felt weak at the knees. I had been so afraid of Allied bombs hitting us, yet our fate here was even worse. They expected us to make bombs for the Nazis, our enemies. The woman walked over to the table of metal parts and, with both hands, positioned one of the cylindrical pieces so it stood upright. "This is the body of the bomb." She turned it so we could see the hollow inside. "You will seal the bottom with this" -- she held up a different metal part -- "then fill the hollow part with Kordit." She set the cylindrical piece back down on the table and walked over to the array of strawlike bundles. "You must be very careful when you insert this metal straw. It is an explosive." The woman's mouth formed the words and I tried to pay attention to her demonstration, but I was so horrified that the room swirled. How could she ask us to do this? Didn't she know that we all were hoping and praying that the Allies would win? How could they force us to make these weapons? I took gulping breaths to keep from fainting as she explained what we had to do. I looked over at Zenia. Her face was ashen. Natalia's eyes were wide and her jaw was slack. We were all thinking the same thing. "Each of you was chosen for your deft fingers," said the supervisor. "And in case you're thinking of sabotaging these bombs, don't bother. You're being watched."

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One Step at a Time

One Step at a Time

A Vietnamese Child Finds Her Way
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The Best Gifts

The Best Gifts

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The War Below
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My eyes flew open but my arms and legs refused to move. Where was I? The star-peppered sky loomed huge above me. One of the stars grew bigger and brighter and that's when I truly woke up.

It was heading right for me.

My muscles screamed as I rolled off the road and fell down into a ditch. The ground shook as the bomb hit, frighteningly close. Ignoring the pain, I pulled myself onto my feet. Where I had lain just seconds ago was now a smoking pit.

A bigger bomb landed somewhere in the distance, lighting up the farmers' fields and a patchwork of familiar factories up ahead.

Another white explosion on the road. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground.

What madness had made me escape? Yes, it had been harsh at the labor camp, and yes, people like me who were given the worst jobs rarely survived. But my friend Lida was back there. Maybe I should have stayed in the hospital. Maybe they wouldn't have killed me.

Poor Lida. Even though she had urged me to go, I felt like such a bad friend for deserting her.

She thought of me as her big brother Luka and I loved her with all my heart. Was she sleeping safe in her barracks right now? I hoped that she would understand why I had no choice. Josip hadn't been badly injured, yet the care he received hadn't made him any better. I didn't trust them at the hospital. So when the chance came for me to get out, I had to do it. Maybe Lida would escape somehow as well.

Surely the war would end soon, and I had to get back to Kyiv to find my father. I'd walk the whole way there if I had to.

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Too Young to Escape

Too Young to Escape

A Vietnamese Girl Waits to be Reunited with Her Family
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