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[kittydesade]

Афанасий Афанасьевич Фет (1820-1892) - Один из лучших русских поэтов. Он много писал о природе. Его отец был русский дворянин Шеншин, а мать немка, Фет (). Так как его родители поженились в лютеранской церкви в Германии, брак считался незаконным в России, поэтому его официальная фамилия была фамилия матери, фет.

Спи - ещё зарёю
Холодно и рано
Звёзды за горою
Блещут средь тумана

Петухи недавно
В третий раз пропели
С колокольни плавно
Звуки пролетели
Дышат лип верхушки
Негою отрадной
А углы подушки -
Влагою прохладной
(1847)

брак - marriage
дворянин (дворянка) - nobleman
лучший - better (самой лучший - best)
незаконный - illegal, illegitimate
поэтому - thus, therefore
природа - nature
считаться (кем/чем) - to be considered
так как - because
блестеть (блещут) - to shine, glisten
верхушка - top
влага - moisture
горою = горой
дышать (дыш-у, дыш-ишь, -ат) - to breathe
за + instrumental - behind
заря - dawn
звезда (звёзды) - star
звук - sound
колокольня - bell tower
липа - linden tree
нега - bliss
отрадный - pleasant, comforting
плавно - smoothly
петух - rooster
петь,по, про - to sing
пропеть - to sing one song
подушка - pillow
пролететь - to fly past
раз - time
в третий раз - for the third time
средь = среди - in the midst of
угол - corner




There. Some supplemental vocab.

Forgot to add yesterday that in addition to everything else, I started off the morning by walking into a spider web. Not a few strands of a web, a full goddamn web. And then spent the next several meters doing the dance of augh augh get it off get it off. This morning I started off with my jeans of cat piss. The day had only better go up from here or there will be fucking murders.

On the other hand, after yesterday's vampire Pomeranian quality what the fuck, there's only so much no I'm not saying that. Never mind.

The widget says the only thing coming by UPS today is my second bento set for the boy. The widget had better not lie. I have a shitton of writing todo and have told the boy this so that he knows better than to schedule me for anything. Until at least Saturday night. I'm slowly getting back into my writing mojo, out of everything else that's happening the boy and I are dealing with it together rather than letting it make us cranky at each other, which is good, and...

I don't know. I am out of cope for the time being. People, you have been warned. (And yes, there was Japanese yesterday, it just didn't get posted because shit kept happening and I kept getting distracted by epic, vampire Pomeranian shit.)

I will say, that despite my knee-jerk reaction stemming from Mom's two divorces, both of which involved quasi-violent men (the first, my bio-dad, worse by far than the second, let's just say there was Lifetime movie style drama), I don't think Chuckles is that kind of violent. I haven't spent enough time around him to be more sure, though. Insufficient data. Data data data, I cannot make bricks without clay.