Author #2
“Divide lines 32 A from 17 C, only if the sum total of lines 43 A and 21 G equal out to the be more then the sum total of line 2.” Alexis hated doing his taxes; everyone hated doing their taxes. At least every non-Aryan hated doing his or her taxes.
He had three tax forms (as required by
Amendment 4 subsection 3-213-4400), and close to nine number three pencils the only pencil that could be used when filing (as required by
The National Income tax regulations page 21, paragraph 7, line 36), laid out over his cramped little table. Alexis moved his finger along the next section of paperwork reading it carefully. The jumble of words and numbers buzzed through his mind, eventually he began to look around his small apartment. Pictures of him as a child before “liberation,” and even his school certificate when he was Alexis Mazanov or Mosanov, which was years before the German ban on Russian surnames.
With a shake of his head he looked back down at the forms needing to get them done before May 1st, the day all Slavic peoples had to file their taxes.
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Sum total of all wages, tips, and donations from the Reich 221.33
Other wages 0_
District tax 20.30
State tax 47.62
Utilities tax (electricity, water, maintenance , food ,police, medical services) 16.55
Farm equipment tax 40.89
Damaged Equipment replacement 250.66
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With a sigh Alexis tallied everything up and with a grin saw how much his refund that year would be. “Now taking all deductions, and subtractions from the initial income recorded minus the final total from the original income and split in half to total the income tax refund of this year.”
Alexis wrote down the numbers on another sheet of paper he sighed, “ I owe 154.69 marks.” Alexis quickly copied everything down on the two remaining tax forms, word for word. He checked and rechecked, until he was satisfied with the results.
He got up and slid each form into a separate manila envelope (as required by
The Greater German Reich postal order of 1958 code 121-008-3321 subsection Q). Then Alexis got another form the top titled in bold black letter
Funds owed.
“ If expenses total more then income, please file accordingly.” Alexis looked down at the four boxes,
over 1 mark, over 50 marks, over 100 marks, over 200 marks. With a smile Alexis checked the third box, “ I did better this year.”
Underneath the four boxes was the list of ways to repay, all of which involved working the field, but Alexis smiled this year he would get a twelve-hour workday, as the thought ran through his mind the loud alarm ran through the camp. Alexis put his tax papers away in the manila envelope and then a thick brown folder ( as required by
Slavic District 4 military field offices paragraph 45, line 2, subsection b), and walked out of his apartment into the common area of collective farm 209.
“Get your taxes done?” Sergi, a fellow farmer like Alexis. Both of them lined up to collect farm tools for the day.
“Just finished them now.” Sergi smiled putting his work gloves on.
“Ahh death and taxes, is there anything more inevitable?” Sergi asked to himself. Alexis held a hoe over his shoulder and walked into the warm sunlight of the Russian steppes.
“A tax refund?” Alexis said with a smile, Sergi laughed walking beside his friend shovel in hand.