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[kittydesade]

The Dative case. Yay! Dative case usually denotes indirect objects. The fun part about this is I'm sort of starting to get a feel for the patterns of the way words fit together. Which pleases and amuses me.

Сколько лет? Ask how old these people and things are.
1. Ваш сосед. Сколько лет вашему соседу?
2. Твой профессор. Сколько лет твоему профессору?
3. Этот хороший учитель. Сколько лет этому хорошему учителю?
4. Его серое пальто. Сколько лет его серому пальту?
5. Это старое здание. Сколько лет этому старому зданию?
6. Молодая балерина. Сколько лет молодой балерине?
7. Наша симпатичная соседка. Сколько лет нашей симпатичной соседке?
8. Её кухня. Сколько лет её кухне?
9. Эта большая лаборатория. Сколько лет этой большой лаборатории?
10. Твоя мать. Сколько лет твоей матери? Don't you know it's impolite to ask a lady's age? Silly book.

And now, since I have some minutes and no more exercises till the next grammar point (which is the use of the dative case, so, blah.) you get noun lists. Rather than tables, because I can't be fashed to put it into a table form on HTML. These words have been brought to you by Guerrero, Kincaid, and Victor. (And I think I'm using the words correctly? I hope) Nom, Gen, Acc, Prep, Dat.

Russian Federation Passport: Российский паспорт, Российского паспорта, Российский паспорт, Российском паспорте, Российскому паспорту.
Ukrainian documents: Украинские документы, Украинскых документов, Украинские документы, Украинскых документах, Украинским документам.
Big gun: Большой пистолет, большого пистолета, большой пистолет, большом пистолете, большому пистолету.
Homemade bombs: Самодельные бомбы, самодельных бомб, самодельные бомбы, самодельных бомбах, самодельным бомбам.
Dangerous (lady) assassin: Опасная убийца, опасной убийцы, опасную убийцу, опасной убийце, опасной убийце
Since, you know. I couldn't quite find gun-crazy. Possibly 'explosive' would do. There was a prefix word to 'assassin' that I eliminated on account of it didn't seem entirely necessary. Since this isn't a political assassin. Just an assassin.


Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. After nine hours of sleep I feel somewhat better about my writing and my prospects and things like that. Not so sanguine, but at least not so damn depressed. I also did a fair amount of exercise this morning, which I didn't manage to do yesterday, which might have contributed. I'd say I need to be more conscientious about going to bed on time except it wasn't the going to bed on time that tripped me up, it was the not being able to stay asleep. Bloody hell.

It is entirely possible I will have a spinning class tonight, if the weather isn't inclement! No, not spinning on a stationary bicycle you crazy people, spinning in the actual sense of the word, as in with wool and a wheel and such. You know, what spinning used to be before the gyms got ahold of the word. Yes, that bugs me, if only on a mental level of "wait, spinning? at the gym? what are you blathering about? can't you just call that biking on a stationary bike? arrgh." Anyway, so, yes. Spinning! And the learning how. Which is nice because the spinning wheels are always set up so I can randomly practice. Yay!