Посвящается Свинаренко Игорю Николаевичу
Мой папа умер 10 мая 2022. Спустя три месяца после его смерти я решила создать этот комикс, чтобы выразить ему свою любовь и благодарность. Это был мой подарок на его
65-ый день рождения.
Dedicated to Igor Svinarenko
Dedicated to Igor Svinarenko
My dad died 10th May 2022. Three months later, I decided on making this comics to expess
my love and gratitude towards him. It was my gift for his 65th birthday.
To dad from Lucy
1. My dad was a writer. I loved sitting on his knees while he worked. Sometimes he moved so far against the table that my ribs hurt. When I felt completely unbearable, I crawled out and ran away.
2. Dad knew how to take
interviews. Sometimes he came
to play with me before bed,
took my plush drake
and interviewed a family of animals.
3. "Oh, it's sooo good!
But don't step on the spine!"
Dad was crazy about massage.
Under any circumstances,
he said: "Scratch my back!"
4. "Z-z-z..."
When I grew up, my dad
When I grew up, my dad
sometimes took me to the movies.
I was terribly embarrassed
when he began to snore loudly
during a movie show.
5. "Lucy, do you love cinema
as much as I love it?"
By the way, my dad loved to watch movies.
He had a bunch of CDs with the best films.
6. Dad was also a music fan.
When I saved up for a vinyl player,
he brought me a huge suitcase
with cool vinyl discs from Berlin.
7. For more, It was very cool to walk with dad.
He loved long walks. We chatted and joked
that everyone took us for a sweet couple.
8. "Untranslatable play on words"
Dad was curious and brave.
He always taught me not to be afraid
of new things and to try everything unknown.
By the way, he also taught me
how to eat fish heads.
9. "The water is maravillosa!"
My dad also taught me to swim
and lie like a star on the water.
He always swam for at least one hour.
Once he swam out to sea for two hours!
We were very scared, but then it turned out
that he accidentally fell asleep in the pose of a star.
10. But most of all, dad loved to sit
in the shade of birches in the country,
listen to the rustle of leaves
and the singing of nightingales.
11. "Untranslatable play on words"
Dad had a great sense of humor.
He spoke the best toasts,
and the most stupid jokes
became very funny in his performance.
12. "Lucy, I express gratitude!"
I would have heard these words
if he had lived to see the publication
of the book "Set of words",
which he wrote and I designed.
He died the day before I received the print run.
My dad was 64, just like in the Beatles song.
13. My dad would have turned 65 today.
PART 2
*Six months later*
16. I miss my dad.
Sometimes before going to bed
I feel sad that I can't write him
and ask how he's doing.
17. "Pack a takeaway, please"
When I eat delicious food,
I feel down that I can’t share it
with my dad or even tell in detail
how amazing it was.
18. It's a pity I can't record a video
with street musicians playing Creddence's
"Have you ever seen the rain"
at the Freedom Square in Tbilisi.
I just stop and start crying instead.
19. I have a hard time waking up in the morning
after I dream about my dad.
Usually in such dreams I understand that he died,
and that he just came to us for a day.
One day I dreamed that dad came to perform a stand-up.
In that dream, I filmed him with an old VHS.
20. It hurts that I won’t see dad
in our country house:
he won’t tell how the pear tree is doing
and how his beloved pine has grown.
21. Dad died six months ago.
Last month I visited our country house
for the first time after his death.
It never happened that he did not meet me
at the door or at the station.
He was always there. He is that house.
It's hard to realize that I can't hug him.
