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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. 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 c кловами и ступнями, кричали (?), дёргали и драли (?), будто каждый хотел тряпку на себою.


I am so goddamn exhausted internets I cannot begin to tell you. The boy is still sick, he was sick all weekend and this morning he went to the walk-in clinic for good drugs. Hopefully that'll help, because sleep and Dayquil/Nyquil aren't doing a damn thing. And it's a head cold, so he snores and sniffles and coughs all night, which means either I get kept awake in the bed or I move into the guest room and sleep pretty much on the floor, because everything else is either boxed or at the house or under boxes. God I can't wait till we get into the new house. We already have a guest bed donated from a friend who's converting their guest bedroom into an office. I don't even care what it looks like at this point, spare bed. In another room. I could fucking sleep.

This plus we're winding down from the show at work, which means there's still a pile of crap in boxes. Plus at least a couple big orders came in that need to go out, plus all the incoming, plus plus plus the fucking housework. Not as in, work on the new house, as in, laundry folding and putting away and dishes which at least those I can make the boy do in small increments and cooking which I do anyway, and scooping and cleaning cat boxes and picking things up and and and and. I want a goddamn maid service. I want someone to take care of me for a change.

Thus are the resentments when life is already happening at a crazy busy pace and then your partner/spouse falls down sick.

Can I whine on the internet? Can I whine and have people fling money at me? Probably, I'll be right up front about this, money so I can either indulge in my newfound sartorial appreciation or fix up the house. And yes, I know this is fucking awful timing because there are actual people in actual need, and I have a house and electricity and heat. Not all in the same place, mind. But. Can I whine on the internet and have people send me money? Or presents, presents would be good too. I'm being good, I'm not indulging in comfort eating or comfort candy even though I work right across the street from the Chocolate Store of Fucking Tasty. I'm doing my exercises even though I'm exhausted, at least the stretching and the dancing part. I'm not going out and blowing all my renovation money on clothes. I don't think I could even if I tried, honestly, there's a certain point when I just go "Okay, this is just fucking ridiculous" and stop. That point is probably 2-3 months from now worth of clothing allowance. But. Something. I want someone to take care of me for a fucking change.

But since I don't get that, time to get off my butt and get back to my day job work. Maybe I'll get some more sleep tonight.