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Oct. 11th, 2012 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThere was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had a merry and light heart, and as he was whistling along there came an ugly old woman who said to him, "Good day, dear hunter! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a trifle."
The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will let the cloak fall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop down dead. Take the cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when you throw it on your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a certain place, and in the twinkling of an eye you are there. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and early every morning when you get up you will find a gold piece under your pillow."
Давным-давно жил-был (?) молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его былo сердце весёлoе и лёгкoе, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала
-Добрый день, [not quite sure on this] охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.
Охотнику бeдную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вeщи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...
-Выслушай меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок. Идти по свое дороге, и через краткое время ты приходишь к дереву на котором девять птицы сидят, у них коготи мантия и они ссорятся из-за неё. Прицелься и стреляй среди них.
... I missed a whole part in here, didn't I. Argh. Они роняли мантию, но кто-то из птицы будет ударить (?) и падать мёртвая.
Бери мантию с тобой. Етo мантия желания и когда набросишь на твои плечи, надо только пожелать себя в некоторый где-то и в мгновение ока, ты вот(?). Сними сердце на мёртвию птицу и проглоти залпом...
Or, you know, my dictionary could have that exact phrase. Silly kitty.
I'm just going to leave this here for all the male, Sasha Roiz loving people on my flist. Dear sweet and squishy lord that is, um. Unf. I'll be in my bunk. All morning. The following picture has more clothes but is still unf. Complete with 'lick here' opening.
So. Mitt Romney is coming into town today. I'm wearing my cesspool of sin shirt, my nails are black and gold, and I have reminded myself that no matter how much of an asshole he may be and no matter how horrible I think he is for this country, I still believe in democracy and as a presidential candidate and a citizen, he has the right to have his say. Goddammit. I will not let this man take my faith in democracy from me. But damned if he isn't trying. Trying my patience.
I have no idea where our blog average stats are anymore. No clue. But I think about 20 hits above where we were, at least. Which is kind of nifty! If boggling.
And it's National Coming Out Day! For which there will be fic. Random fic. Silly fic. Dirty old men kissing in the middle of New York City fic. Those of you who know me well will know exactly who to blame for that last one. If it's still quiet at work today as it was yesterday I might do all of that today after I get my line edits done. Though I suppose that also depends on how quiet the storefront is. So not looking forward to today. National Coming Out Day, self. Not Bitch About Romney Day.
Maybe I can spend the day mistaking people talking about Romney the Jackass for talking about Romney the type of wool.
The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will let the cloak fall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop down dead. Take the cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when you throw it on your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a certain place, and in the twinkling of an eye you are there. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and early every morning when you get up you will find a gold piece under your pillow."
Давным-давно жил-был (?) молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его былo сердце весёлoе и лёгкoе, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала
-Добрый день, [not quite sure on this] охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.
Охотнику бeдную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вeщи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...
-Выслушай меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок. Идти по свое дороге, и через краткое время ты приходишь к дереву на котором девять птицы сидят, у них коготи мантия и они ссорятся из-за неё. Прицелься и стреляй среди них.
... I missed a whole part in here, didn't I. Argh. Они роняли мантию, но кто-то из птицы будет ударить (?) и падать мёртвая.
Бери мантию с тобой. Етo мантия желания и когда набросишь на твои плечи, надо только пожелать себя в некоторый где-то и в мгновение ока, ты вот(?). Сними сердце на мёртвию птицу и проглоти залпом...
Or, you know, my dictionary could have that exact phrase. Silly kitty.
I'm just going to leave this here for all the male, Sasha Roiz loving people on my flist. Dear sweet and squishy lord that is, um. Unf. I'll be in my bunk. All morning. The following picture has more clothes but is still unf. Complete with 'lick here' opening.
So. Mitt Romney is coming into town today. I'm wearing my cesspool of sin shirt, my nails are black and gold, and I have reminded myself that no matter how much of an asshole he may be and no matter how horrible I think he is for this country, I still believe in democracy and as a presidential candidate and a citizen, he has the right to have his say. Goddammit. I will not let this man take my faith in democracy from me. But damned if he isn't trying. Trying my patience.
I have no idea where our blog average stats are anymore. No clue. But I think about 20 hits above where we were, at least. Which is kind of nifty! If boggling.
And it's National Coming Out Day! For which there will be fic. Random fic. Silly fic. Dirty old men kissing in the middle of New York City fic. Those of you who know me well will know exactly who to blame for that last one. If it's still quiet at work today as it was yesterday I might do all of that today after I get my line edits done. Though I suppose that also depends on how quiet the storefront is. So not looking forward to today. National Coming Out Day, self. Not Bitch About Romney Day.
Maybe I can spend the day mistaking people talking about Romney the Jackass for talking about Romney the type of wool.
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Date: 2012-10-12 07:11 am (UTC)ты вот(?) -> ты там.
*snoogles*