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475 answers
My answers to 475th task of the game #I_am_here_eternity
8. Tell about your parents
Biological ones? My mother was erudite, spectacular, very unhappy, traumatized and toxic. This one, I don’t know what to call her, was one of the red-haired girls. She was alcoholic, and died because of it. My dad is the Wind, vulnerable, kind, charming, cheerful, erudite, well-read, underestimated by the women with whom he lived and lives. We have a very good relationship with dad. I have what is called a supportive father. He always supports my every path.
I also had a Soviet mother. This is a metaphysical being, something like a voice from a beautiful distance. Not all children had her, but now I meet people who also had this metaphysical Soviet mother. She had a stern voice, she smelled of sun, strict freshness and concrete. She was the one who taught me the moral code, she told me what an adult should tell a child. A teacher-checkist, ruthless, shining with a white diamond radiance, yeah, with a cold head, clean hands and a hot heart (it's the phrase of the first chekist - Feliz Dzerjinskiy: checkist must have a cold head, clean hands and a hot heart. Checkist (more accurate to write chekist, but I love wordplay that it's from to check.) because it's from cheh-kah (urgency committee). She was sarcastic and ironical, as I like, when I didn’t mess up, and starry-stern when I did. I even vaguely saw and can remember her appearance. In my head. She was the one who shamed me for cowardice and turning away from the Road of goodness, something like the voice of conscience, not just reproaching, but clarifying. And sometimes just telling me something. Such a real adult, but metaphysical. I don’t know why I was so lucky, but I’m very glad that I had such a mother. At first I didn’t note her at all, I just thought that, well, the biological mother told me something or the teacher at school. And then, stunned, I realized that no, these conversations, they were in another place, with another woman, it was unclear when and where, although I remembered the place and everything around so clearly. And when the USSR closed the gates, she left too. With them. To teach those who were taken.
Well, my real “mother”, my real creator, practically a symbol of the foremother. When girls get caught up in all sorts of pagan-witches, “bitches,” strong-independent or tragic-mysterious ones, they are just cosplay her. It’s not worth it, it won’t lead to anything good, but she’s very beautiful, so I can understand them. Of course, it's understandable wanting to monkey around with something beautiful.
I answered her call. Like, I need to help this beautiful, unhappy woman!
Why she cut herself to the quick, she could cut nothing that way!
This is my idea of creation.
…From then on, I’ve been helping beautiful, unhappy women of all genders. Sometimes it a help to cut themselves.
8. Tell about your parents
Biological ones? My mother was erudite, spectacular, very unhappy, traumatized and toxic. This one, I don’t know what to call her, was one of the red-haired girls. She was alcoholic, and died because of it. My dad is the Wind, vulnerable, kind, charming, cheerful, erudite, well-read, underestimated by the women with whom he lived and lives. We have a very good relationship with dad. I have what is called a supportive father. He always supports my every path.
I also had a Soviet mother. This is a metaphysical being, something like a voice from a beautiful distance. Not all children had her, but now I meet people who also had this metaphysical Soviet mother. She had a stern voice, she smelled of sun, strict freshness and concrete. She was the one who taught me the moral code, she told me what an adult should tell a child. A teacher-checkist, ruthless, shining with a white diamond radiance, yeah, with a cold head, clean hands and a hot heart (it's the phrase of the first chekist - Feliz Dzerjinskiy: checkist must have a cold head, clean hands and a hot heart. Checkist (more accurate to write chekist, but I love wordplay that it's from to check.) because it's from cheh-kah (urgency committee). She was sarcastic and ironical, as I like, when I didn’t mess up, and starry-stern when I did. I even vaguely saw and can remember her appearance. In my head. She was the one who shamed me for cowardice and turning away from the Road of goodness, something like the voice of conscience, not just reproaching, but clarifying. And sometimes just telling me something. Such a real adult, but metaphysical. I don’t know why I was so lucky, but I’m very glad that I had such a mother. At first I didn’t note her at all, I just thought that, well, the biological mother told me something or the teacher at school. And then, stunned, I realized that no, these conversations, they were in another place, with another woman, it was unclear when and where, although I remembered the place and everything around so clearly. And when the USSR closed the gates, she left too. With them. To teach those who were taken.
Well, my real “mother”, my real creator, practically a symbol of the foremother. When girls get caught up in all sorts of pagan-witches, “bitches,” strong-independent or tragic-mysterious ones, they are just cosplay her. It’s not worth it, it won’t lead to anything good, but she’s very beautiful, so I can understand them. Of course, it's understandable wanting to monkey around with something beautiful.
I answered her call. Like, I need to help this beautiful, unhappy woman!
Why she cut herself to the quick, she could cut nothing that way!
This is my idea of creation.
…From then on, I’ve been helping beautiful, unhappy women of all genders. Sometimes it a help to cut themselves.
My answers to questions 475 tasks of the game #I_am_here_eternity
My answers to questions 475 tasks of the game #I_am_here_eternity
9.Which dead person would you like to talk to? Why?
I talk to those "dead" to whom I really have something to say. Because there is no death.
Actually, I understand that this is just about someone to chat with, but if we talk from the point of view of usefulness, then with Ron Hubbard. I would have confessed that I am a lazy fool and asked him to free us. Otherwise, there is no point in talking to the dead.
Well, to ask Putin why he didn't think that Kovalchuk would kill him? Why didn't he build the team? Why did he think that he could handle it alone? What's the point? He hasn't done it already. With the Soviet Bolsheviks - I can talk to them personally in the Eternal USSR. And with other dead people I'm not interested in chatting.
I would talk to the living, to the living, to Yurochka Kovalchuk, to Gundyaev, the UN Secretary General, to whoever is the Chairman of the European Union, to the American Kovalchuk (I don't know who runs the show in America. Please go to hell with your Rockefellers-Rothschilds, it's not they are, maybe just partly, like Usmanov in Russia). Why do they have something so crazy in their heads, why are they so hostile and embittered? They already have all the money in the world. I would like to talk to Zelensky, with Zukerberg. But they all have no time to talk. They are busy with nonsense. For which they will definitely be ashamed later. Not in this life, but it will happen. Then we'll talk.
So, there is no point in talking to the dead - they are gone. Talk to living ones!
9.Which dead person would you like to talk to? Why?
I talk to those "dead" to whom I really have something to say. Because there is no death.
Actually, I understand that this is just about someone to chat with, but if we talk from the point of view of usefulness, then with Ron Hubbard. I would have confessed that I am a lazy fool and asked him to free us. Otherwise, there is no point in talking to the dead.
Well, to ask Putin why he didn't think that Kovalchuk would kill him? Why didn't he build the team? Why did he think that he could handle it alone? What's the point? He hasn't done it already. With the Soviet Bolsheviks - I can talk to them personally in the Eternal USSR. And with other dead people I'm not interested in chatting.
I would talk to the living, to the living, to Yurochka Kovalchuk, to Gundyaev, the UN Secretary General, to whoever is the Chairman of the European Union, to the American Kovalchuk (I don't know who runs the show in America. Please go to hell with your Rockefellers-Rothschilds, it's not they are, maybe just partly, like Usmanov in Russia). Why do they have something so crazy in their heads, why are they so hostile and embittered? They already have all the money in the world. I would like to talk to Zelensky, with Zukerberg. But they all have no time to talk. They are busy with nonsense. For which they will definitely be ashamed later. Not in this life, but it will happen. Then we'll talk.
So, there is no point in talking to the dead - they are gone. Talk to living ones!
#cheerful_people
#family_walkings_out, it's probably time to tag #cheerful_people, I think. I even said today whether it’s time to rename the group “Your Gala is Pampered” to Cheerful People. Because we are not very pampered anymore, this is our sixth year in Europe, you can’t be pampered here.
Today we went to a meeting with Varna illustrators, at the Campus, this is a creative space in the hotel, where all sorts of conferences are held and stuff like that. It's a beautiful building, we like it.
The meeting was cozy, the hostess was very nice. Well, we got acquainted with everyone, and it was so pleasant to meet Elena Mladova - a writer with whom we are already friends - I wrote reviews of her The Adventures of Averkov, who lives by the sea and Stories from the Navel of the Earth.
We also met the writer Plamen Dikov, took his book - youth fantasy The world is waiting for you (Svetyt vi ochakva).
In about a month we have a meeting at the Bulgarian book club, I hope that I will have time to read it down and tell about it.
Yes, I am a writer, but my co-author Marik is an illustrator, and Ol is a designer with her own creative projects - as part of her project is my creative online game #Hi_from_reality you can see creative task of it every Monday. Also she has two sub-projects - #hi_from_fantasy and #hi_from_around
Marik now is busy illustrating Carbon, by my beloved comrade Andrew Vachss, he is turning it into a full graphic novel. It will be in Russian, and we will make up an English version too. Andrew wanted it, so we'd do it.
I am thinking really hard about the translation at least my short stories into Bulgarian. But now, I am preparing some project for a big Literary Project in Varna - Literature and comics.
Today we went to a meeting with Varna illustrators, at the Campus, this is a creative space in the hotel, where all sorts of conferences are held and stuff like that. It's a beautiful building, we like it.
The meeting was cozy, the hostess was very nice. Well, we got acquainted with everyone, and it was so pleasant to meet Elena Mladova - a writer with whom we are already friends - I wrote reviews of her The Adventures of Averkov, who lives by the sea and Stories from the Navel of the Earth.
We also met the writer Plamen Dikov, took his book - youth fantasy The world is waiting for you (Svetyt vi ochakva).
In about a month we have a meeting at the Bulgarian book club, I hope that I will have time to read it down and tell about it.
Yes, I am a writer, but my co-author Marik is an illustrator, and Ol is a designer with her own creative projects - as part of her project is my creative online game #Hi_from_reality you can see creative task of it every Monday. Also she has two sub-projects - #hi_from_fantasy and #hi_from_around
Marik now is busy illustrating Carbon, by my beloved comrade Andrew Vachss, he is turning it into a full graphic novel. It will be in Russian, and we will make up an English version too. Andrew wanted it, so we'd do it.
I am thinking really hard about the translation at least my short stories into Bulgarian. But now, I am preparing some project for a big Literary Project in Varna - Literature and comics.
475 answers
My answers to questions 475 tasks of the game #I_am_here_eternity
10. The person towards whom you feel guilty and want him to forgive you.
I check my surroundings periodically to see if I have offended someone unfairly, or if I should apologize to someone. But for the moment it seems to be no such thing.
11. The person you tell everything to.
My family. I don't hide anything from them. So, each one from the family.
12. Tell us about someone from your childhood.
Local? From the physical? Well, grandfather. I have a grandfather, a boy-king, like Daniil Strakhov and Igor Kvasha. A man who aroused unbridled tenderness in me. A very handsome man. Bolshevik. Who said in the 90s, with a contemptuous grimace: this won’t last long, this mold will go away, well, people can’t help but see how wretched this path is, they will understand, they will throw off this rubbish. People cannot, after everything, after what they have won, agree to this shit.
13. A song that has stuck in your head.
If thunder strikes the world again (a soviet one).
10. The person towards whom you feel guilty and want him to forgive you.
I check my surroundings periodically to see if I have offended someone unfairly, or if I should apologize to someone. But for the moment it seems to be no such thing.
11. The person you tell everything to.
My family. I don't hide anything from them. So, each one from the family.
12. Tell us about someone from your childhood.
Local? From the physical? Well, grandfather. I have a grandfather, a boy-king, like Daniil Strakhov and Igor Kvasha. A man who aroused unbridled tenderness in me. A very handsome man. Bolshevik. Who said in the 90s, with a contemptuous grimace: this won’t last long, this mold will go away, well, people can’t help but see how wretched this path is, they will understand, they will throw off this rubbish. People cannot, after everything, after what they have won, agree to this shit.
13. A song that has stuck in your head.
If thunder strikes the world again (a soviet one).
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Writer. Socialist. Psychologist. Translator. Cosmopolitan. Internationalist. Esperantist. Gay. Polyglot. Friendly. Ruiner of the communicative barriers. Xenophobia-hater. Religion - is evil. Family -
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