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[kittydesade]

There 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 было сердце весёлое и лёгкое, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала

-Добрый день, дорогой охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.

Охотнику бедную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вещи. 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 серди них. Они будут ронять мантию, но которая-то из птицы будет ударена и падать мёртвая. Бери мантию с тобой. Ето мантия желания и когда набросишь на твои плечи, надо только поежлать себя в некоторый где-то и в мгновение ока, ты там. Сними сердце на мёртвию птицу и проклоти залпом, и с каждые утра когда вставашь ты найтишь один золота монета (?) под твоей подушкой.

Not quite as far as I'd hoped to get, but everything got re-typed. For great comprehension!


So, most plants are now in pots, and hopefully the rest of the plants can go into pots today. Hopefully they'll also stop looking droopy with the addition of some sun and water; Sunday was a bit crazy and I didn't get to put them quite where I wanted to in the apartment. But now they're on the patio, where there is glass and climate control and plenty of water.

I should actually get off my butt and do my Yuletide signups. In fact, let's have that be the first thing I do this morning. I already have half an idea what I want to sign up for, if exactly half an idea of what I want to request, so might as well get that done. And then there will be a placeholder for my dear yuletide writer letter and I can work on that next. And, um. Things? Stuff. Where the hell did my brain go.

And yet somehow, doing all right on routines. I need to figure out what I need to do today, I need to figure out what the hell I nominated, too. I can't even remember. Well, no, I remember two of the nominations, and those are in there now, so, that's that. Grimm isn't eligible! Sadface. Then again the bulk of Grimm seems to be along the lines of Nick/Renard, Nick/Monroe, Nick/Renard/Monroe, Nick/Juliette/Renard, Nick/Juliette/Monroe, and apart from the fact that I find Nick fairly boring and mildly irritating, I am not a fan of slash of any of the characters in the show. So I doubt I'd like any of the requests I'd see enough to write it. Oh, hey, where's that spreadsheet we made. I was going to do from that. There. That was... surprisingly easy, actually.

Now I just need to organize all the other shit I have to do with my day, and that's going to be the hard part. Oi, my brain is a million different places at once right now. Yuletide first. And getting mail out. And then figuring out what else I can do with my day other than write all the fanfic. Line edits after mail, I think, in that case. Because otherwise I'll go tearassing off after all the fanfic ideas and nothing will ever get done. I need an icon of my brain is going in twenty different directions at once.