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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."

The hunter thanked the wise woman, and thought to himself. "These are splendid things she has promised me, if only they come to pass!" So he walked on about a hundred yards, and then he heard above him in the branches such a screaming and chirping that he looked up, and there he saw a heap of birds tearing a cloth with their beaks and feet, shrieking, tugging, and fighting, as if each wanted it for himself.

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 мёртвую птицу и проглоти залпом, и каждое утро* когда вставаeшь ты найдешь одну золотую монету под твоей подушкой.

Охотник выразил благодарность бабушку (or благодарил бабушку), у себя думал - Эти замечательные события они мне обещала, если случают. Поэтому он похил через девяноста метра, когда он слышал наверху в ветках fuck now I have to look up how to construct nouns out of verbs again.


Hey, guess what today is? No, you'll never guess. It's the braintwin's birthday! Happy Birthday, lireavue! You may have the brain ALL DAY today. Plus chocolates, because what's a brain without chocolate?

Apparently it's the 40th anniversary of the Free to Be You And Me album this week/month/something, which both makes me feel old, not that I was born when it came out but I grew up with it, and makes me feel curious. That album was one of the defining pieces of my childhood, the lessons it taught were lessons I was encouraged to take to heart and use in my life. A person should wear what he wants to, and not just what other folk say / A person should do what she likes to, a person's a person that way And so on and so forth. I think a lot of people in my generation and a bit before were, and I wonder how that's affected at least this country. I don't know how widespread it was in other countries. I don't really have any insight into the whole thing, but here's a good article.

Argh. I have to say, Republican or Democrat or Independent, I still don't see how anyone can think Mitt Romney is a trustworthy, credible candidate. He's changed position so many times I'm surprised he knows which way is up, and his idea of foreign policy is just scary for someone running for an office where he'll have to represent us to the world. And. Well, lots of ands. Maybe next election cycle the Republicans will come up with a decent candidate. But not this time.

Things, stuff, it's getting chilly and I'm getting sniffly. Dislike. The Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair is going on this weekend, which means I get to spend Sunday helping pack up from that and probably the next few days helping pack up for that. Fortunately since it's pretty much just on the other side of town (and it's a small town) we don't have to pack everything for a long journey, it's pretty much toss stuff into a box, make sure it won't rattle around too much, heave it into a van. On the other hand, that's going to make the store busy. I am keeping my free Saturday goddammit. I'll need it after this Friday's programmes.

Feeling slightly more comfortable with my Russian today. Let's hope that lasts. Need to get back onto Memrise, though, which I guess will happen after getting some stuff out, oi. Too much to do. Not enough brain cells to coordinate it with.