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Oct. 25th, 2012 08:31 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."
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. Потому он похил через девяноста метра, когда он слышал наверху в ветках такых крикы и щебетания, что он посмотрел ввреху и тогда увидел стая птиц разорвали тряпку/ткани ...
I really, really need to straighten my head out as to how to translate gerunds and progressive verbs in my head in Russian. Argh. If I have this right Russian uses an entirely different convention, but I keep freaking out that I don't have it right and am making shit up. Bleh.
Also, all this voter bullying bullshit? That can stop right the hell now, please and thank you. Voter bullying, voter tricking, all that shit. Cut it the fuck out. I would like to think this is still the United States of America, and not any of half a dozen other countries (Russia, I'm looking at you) where the elections are so corrupt you might as well just rig them your way altogether. If you're not doing that already. God, I want to punch all these people in the face. Coercing people to vote the way you want them to, scaring them away from voting, tricking them so they don't vote? That is not what this country is fucking about. Fuck. You. So much hate and rage. Not that I like Romney but fucking hell, this offends my sense of patriotism on so many goddamn levels. And they call themselves patriotic. Our founding fathers, who they so often call on, are generating electricity in their graves. Enough to power New York City till after the polls close.
Anna's right, I shouldn't read Yahoo news this early in the morning. And the boy wants to go vote early tomorrow, so there's that, which means I need to hustle my butt and research the candidates for the non-partisan positions. I've already all but decided to vote straight party ticket because there is not a single goddamn Republican I like, which is truly depressing, but I should double check for third party candidates I like better. Blah. So much work. But worth it.
I have no idea what I did to tweak my back last night, but I really, really hope it's over. Not even middle of back pain this time, some muscle group right under my right shoulderblade extending around to my underbust ribcage area. Ow. Up to nausea-inducing levels of pain at times, though I slammed back an 800 milligram tab of ibuprofen which seemed to have killed it, and today I did a number of dance/yoga stretches that seem to be helping. But fucking ow. I disapprove in the strongest terms. Of course then I was an idiot and watched Center Stage which resulted in me going I FEEL BETTER I CAN TOTALLY DANCE AROUND THE ROOM and Anna going SIT THE FUCK DOWN YOU IDIOT. Oops.
And no fashion show for anyone today, because it turns out what Kohl's means when they say 41" bust they actually mean 45" or so. Um. No. So, returns it will be and I will get another batch of shirts that are more my size. On the one hand, I like being a M-to-L. On the other hand, goddamn. The sleeveless t-s turned out well, though, apart from needing to put in boob darts, I think. That's easy enough done. Except for the fact that I won't have my sewing machine set up for a month and a half. Someone remind me to do that. And finally on the fashion front, I have discovered that thing I was looking for! Apparently it's called Polyvore, this thing that lets you assemble clothing to create a look and even if you can't see it on a body, you can see all the items together. Since I'm not fussy about getting the exact item pictured, this will be awesome for planning out what I actually need to get vs what I have vs what I'm looking for. Woo! This might not turn out to be the world's most unfeasible idea. Seriously, I have been jeans and t-shirt girl for ... almost 15 years now. Except for special occasions and laundry day in college. Getting me to dress with some vague care beyond I-feel-cranky-it's-a-Rorschach-T-day is going to be an interesting time.
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Date: 2012-10-25 01:37 pm (UTC)подовных -> подобных is the word, but the one you need is такых, I think. (The first one suggests the necessity of a likeness to something.)
что он смотрел ввреху (?) и тогда посмотрел -> что он посмотрел ввреху и увидел...
стая питц -> птиц
Not bad! Bit by bit.
OW PAIN I DO NOT APPROVE OF YOU ATTACKING MY JAG!
Ohh M-to-L...
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Date: 2012-10-26 02:12 pm (UTC)Hopefully I can return the shirts tonight and exchange them for ones that fit! I hope I hope.
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Date: 2012-10-26 02:14 pm (UTC)*crosses fingers* Yes. Hopefully!
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Date: 2012-10-26 02:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-26 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-26 02:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-25 02:00 pm (UTC)In short, I was going to vote straight ticket Democrat, but now I'm going to bubble in everything individually so that I can demonstrate my bitterness about labor affairs in this state by skipping that one altogether. Ugh.
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Date: 2012-10-25 03:11 pm (UTC)