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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.

"Well," said the Hunter, "This is wonderful! It is just as the old woman said." and he took his gun on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, and shot into the midst of them, so that their feathers flew about. Then the flock took flight with much screaming, but one fell dead, and the cloak fluttered down.

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 собою.

Сказал охотник --Ну, это хорошо. Ето точно как бабушка сказала. И посадил оружьё на плечо, спустил курок и стрелял серди них.

Тогда стая взлетали с много (?) криками (?), а одна падала мёртвая, и мантия дрейфовала внизу (?)...

I may have finally caught up on the lost sleep from Tuesday night. I didn't actually go to bed until 1.30 (In winter I usually go to bed at 11.) because as I was going to bed they announced Obama's win, so I was all "oh thank god maybe I can sleep now." And then I found the Huffington Post's real-time-ish updates on the four marriage equality votes and spent the next two and a half hours mashing the refresh button to find out how they had fared. And it looks like we have four more states for marriage equality! I bought chocolate for my friend at the Chocolate Fetish yesterday.

And I wanted to go to bed early last night. But no. We went out and looked at appliances, and found a place that will give us a 24 month no interest payment plan if we buy our mattress from them too, which, eh, we were in the market for one anyway, so! And hopefully this one will last the full 25 years, I think it's guaranteed for that, anyway. Plus we found relatively inexpensive dishwasher and washer/dryer, and probably relatively inexpensive stove. Mom and Aunt are helping on some of that, and we still have a fair chunk of change left over from the down payment that we were saving for this, so. Actually, looking at the numbers we should just be squeaking by. Appliances we definitely wanted to get new, anyway, furniture can come slowly and over time. Bonus points if we leave a bit over to pay down over time and/or if we manage to get some cost knocked off.

And in a couple of weeks the major work should be done so we can get them actually delivered. Holy crap. Appliances and things delivered to the house, a washer and dryer in my home so I can do laundry whenever I need to. After four years of apartment living that's becoming precious again.

Utterly randomly I wonder if I should get a nice Moleskin or something and write down these side-by-side translations from English to Russian. If I handwrite them it might embed itself deeper into my brain. If I can get them into the same level of my skull as that quote from Dark Knight Rises that would be fantastic, because that quote will not go away and will not stop being in Bane's voice. Stupid movies ruining perfectly good speech patterns.

Right. And on the way home, stopping to measure the appliances for the umpteenth time because I don't know what the hell happened to the notebook with the measurements in it. Probably it got its pages pulled to feed a sphinx. Measuring that, looking at the hot water heater, checking in on what work's been done, watering plants, then home and doing all the goddamn Nano catch up ever, as well as working some on Yuletide. I've been on my own at work so it's been a bit awkward in terms of finding time to do anything, although it's also been eerily quiet. This that and the other. I miss writing. And... well, writing. BUT. I don't have anything else to do tonight. SO there. Also gratuitous Haven icon is gratuitous only not quite because NOW NATHAN AND DUKE CAN GET MARRIED. (Okay, yes, gratuitous shipping is fairly gratuitous only I totally now want to write the fic where they eventually go to the courthouse to get married because they both have family shit they don't want to fall into untrusted hands, and maybe a year or three later they kind of realize they kind of get jealous of each other and quietly sneak out and buy rings and NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT because Nathan gets surly if they do. Because he still hates Duke. Really. Promise.)

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много (?) криками (?): I think the noun is correct, but you need to coordinate the qualifier.

и мантия дрейфовала внизу - I'd use мантия упала (maybe медленно).

*snuggles* Them election results. There is hope yet!

Mmmm appliances. Payday (15th) I'll be going to grab a. laundry machine and b. radiator/heater. Well, buy them, and have them delivered... as appropriate. And EEE mattress, appliances, and good deal on all of those!

YESSS LAUNDRY AND ALL GOOD TIMES! And home. HOME. NESTING. ALL FOR YOU. BEFORE DECEMBER, POSSIBLY! (Also moving still sucks, but.)

... dammit, I did that and then changed it back. Again. ... wait, why the hell did I change it back...