Many wars and partitions he had seen, at such a young age. But the boy had always gotten up again, had always been strong. He chose to cover his pain with the things that made him most happy. Dressing up, riding horses, and spending every minute he could with his friend, Toris . Feliks was as alive as ever, and still stood tall and proud. He could be shy, but beneath that outer shell lived a flaming phoenix that could fight better than no other.
Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła...
(Lithuania is probably taken(