Svyatoslav Albireo's Blog: From Firokami, page 106

Window

126. Outline the landscape outside the window, right on the glass, with washable markers. Paint and improve it. Draw what you miss outside the window. Take a picture and clean the window. Never useless.
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On the dark side

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She got out of the vagon and turned around. The Damned did not deceive. The train has indeed arrived. At Pi hour. The conductor cast a glance at her, looked at the ticket and let her into the wagon. She was not alone on the train, in general, there were quite a lot of people. Do they all go to the Dark Side? But she did not dare to speak to anyone. Indeed, it is not from a good life that people go there. She didn't want to be questioned herself.
-The dark side,- an insinuating voice announced, and Radha shuddered. People went to the exits. And some remained seated. Where are they going? Is there something even further?
People came out onto the platform, Radha too. Someone was met, porters came up, took suitcases. Someone rushed to the arrivals, hugging them. And everyone they came for disappeared into the darkness. Soon Radha was left alone. No one here expected or met her. On the platform, a lantern dispelled the darkness, illuminating a patch of the station and the carriages of the standing train. If it were not there, then the darkness would be continuous.
Where should she go now?
Two stewarts passed by, one she already knew.
-Damned lantern, it lights and lights,- he swore.
-So this is still one of those, real ones, how can you extinguish it? - respectfully responded the second.
- I don't like all this, the real, nothing can be done with it. And you never know where it will jump out at you, - the conductor said annoyed and emotionally.
- But you can distract people from these fragments, - the second one laughed, - with a brighter picture.
The voices faded away and soon the couple also disappeared into the darkness.
- Sweet lady! Hey! - someone suddenly called out.
Radha turned around. Is that for her? A young man walked quickly from the carriage towards her.
-it's me who called you, - he smiled.
Radha also smiled involuntarily. The guy was kind of all bright, he didn’t belong here at all. Probably, he also came for something for which it is impossible.
-Don't you know where to go?
-Not yet.
- And I don't know, let's go together, huh? We'll figure it out there.
The offer seemed tempting to her. Still to be alone on the Dark Side is scary.
Radha nodded.
-And you?..
-My name is Alisher.
-Radha. - she smiled.
-Have you just arrived?
Radha nodded, but thought that she could not see in the darkness and said:
-Yes, also by this train, I'm here for the first time.
-It's ok, I don’t think it will be very difficult to figure it out here, - he said.
She liked his confidence. It's good, he is on the Dark Side for the first time, and do not lose heart.
She, of course, did not see that the creatures of darkness, seeing her companion, cringe in fear and prefer to get away from the couple wandering in the dark.

Завтра

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Мы взяли комнату на сегодня и завтра, и, вероятно, поэтому решили не играть сегодня. Ну, потому что днем ждали пока вселимся (конечно, можно было оставить меня вселяться и пойти играть, но это бред какой-то, конечно. Оптимизация – зло, по мнению моего аверче), а потом устали и спали. А вечером нет смысла играть (как выяснилось позже, что еще как есть смысл! Самое главное время для игры вечером).
Но завтра будет все прекрасно, уверяет Мариян. Нас ждут миллионы, радость, творческая самореализация. И все то романтическое, что вы себе представляете, когда представляете тур с уличными музыкантами.
... Все это можно делать и в теплом Бургасе, если играть днем на людной площади, и вечером, там, где люди, то заработать можно столько же.
Но нет, конечно. Это бы тогда привело к ужасающим результатам, тогда бы ведь все могло получиться! Так и знаменитыми можно стать! Этого допустить мы никак не можем. Это разрушит нашу целостность. Нашу – это Марияна, конечно. Божен и Асен хотели бы, чтобы все получилось. Но если ты муха в паутине, то ты ничего не решаешь и твое мнение паука не интересует, поэтому ты только глубже и глубже проваливаешься в #безднищу. А вырваться вопрос не стоит. Паук очень уж миленький.
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Fixtures

125. Make your own fairy lamp. Cut out a house or palace out of paper, or cut windows into a box, or paint it and place a safe candle inside.
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When it's in truth

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When it's in truth

Fresh, incomparable, the smell of birches and firs, familiarly tickled the nostrils. The lindens already smelled of honey, although the bees had just begun to work. The beginning of summer was felt in everything, in the smiles of adults, in the downcast eyes of girls, in the laughter of children.
The blond, blue-eyed Peresvet looked at the village that came alive in the morning, along with nature, standing at the edge of the forest, in a meadow. The guys, all young, strong and tall, were washing and warming up by the river. By some reason among them was not visible Yaroslav, the son of Veda. Probably returned yesterday at dawn.
Peresvet at midnight went to the Far Meadow, to watch how the shustiki bloom, then the healers prepare a pruga from them, which cures all diseases, and twigs, and even removes whammy to the wind. It was there that he saw Yaroslav with the Songa. And the fact that Songa is the bride of Arzhin, from a neighboring village, it’s not business of Peresvet, he’s still small. This spring, Peresvet turned twelve springs. And this meant that he had just begun to grow up, that is, from now on, he was entitled to work in full, and everything that brightened up the severity of adult life was not supposed to be at all. Peresvet's parents drowned last spring, and it's good that the family of his father's brother accepted him. Otherwise, they would have given him immediately to the forest, for the good of Mleesey, the god of the forest. Who demanded his subjects every spring, when he came to the forest of the Sviyakh family.
Peresvet already had one road to be a student of the witch Shika, Fira, his father's brother, had three wives and five sons, in addition to the adopted child. Everyone needs to allocate a share so that everyone can bring a bride. There was no share left for Peresvet, and therefore he should become a sorcerer. And live without a bride. Peresvet was not upset by this. Hearing the whisper of the forest, knowing what the birds and animals say, seemed to him more interesting than living in the countryside and working from dawn until late night, just to survive the winter. And you won't see summer. Peresvet has never seen Shika works, on the field or anywhere else. He did not take payment for his sorcery, but he always had the most fragrant jam, the freshest vegetables and milk.
Peresvet loved the smell of a flowering meadow, as if from deep childhood, from which he had not really come out yet, but had already firmly forgotten.
Among the guys frolicking in the river, Wislav stood out in a sonorous voice, swarthy, handsome, and flexible. As it fell out of the night, the whole family of Sviyakhs was pale, that's why they were called Sviyakhs - pure ones. He was obscure himself, but his father, a respected man, was, therefore, they accepted his son, and he did no harm to anyone, did not slander anyone. But he was obscure, that's for sure, and he fraternized with Sihey, that's someone who loved to slander, such incredible things that it would not even come to mind.
Sihey was the son of Takhom, a farrier, and also an obscure one, all white, with a clean face, with such a face only to look in the mirror, and not to go to battles. So he didn't go. Either a guy, or a girl, and he wore long hair, right up to the waist, like an old man, sometimes even plaited it like a girl. Black eyebrows of straight, curved lines, any beauty will envy it. Sihey's hands were thin, delicate, just like a woman's. A coprs Sihey had a flexible, smooth gait, only there was not enough bulky chest, and in the bath there was a noticeable difference, in other case a woman like a woman. He should have been born a girl, but no, he was born where family was fed with a hammer. Takhom sighed many times, looking at his son, the handsome swan. And Darena, as luck would leave her, did not give birth to him any more sons, in order to pass on the business, or daughters, so that she would bring an heir to the house. It can be seen that the family of Takhom will get stuck. There is no continuation for him, what kind of swiyakh girl will marry Sikhey? He doesn't know how to hold a hammer properly. How will the family be fed? After all, Takhom could not teach him anything. And how do he can learn? How many times he tried to give his son to apprenticeship, and he always ran away, and told such things that it was a shame to repeat.
In vain Takhom was worried, a lot of girls of the clan looked at his son, but he didn’t look at anyone, he arranged games with the guys, and as they had fun with the girls, in their young business, he went home. And what he made up - he loved to dance. He danced and you really can’t take your eyes off, but not like guys dance, and not like girls - although that’s good - but he came up with some tricky movements.
Peresvet knew all this, but only did not understand Takhom's turmoil. Well, let he is not a farrier, but Sihey will dance, he can walk with matchmakers, and dance on all holidays, and he bakes well, he will not stay without piece of bread.
Or maybe he really, as the old sviyakhs used to say, from the forest Mleesey, came like a spirit-keeper. And what he likes to talk to people, it's Mleesey gives a test. Maybe he will take him when he needs to, and maybe, if some kind of trouble happens, Sihey will call the forest for help, and Mleesey himself will come to help the sviyakhs. For a long time, the Slavic people were already many years old, several neighbor-clans did not begin to build cities, they did not accept strangers' leaders, the elders of the clans gathered, and decided to leave for the forest. So it is more reliable.


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Не больно.

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Завоеватель обычным своим движением взял ее за шею сзади и направил в замок. И пока он вел ее к тронному залу ей показалось, что она несколько раз умерла от страха. Он всегда был спокойно холоден, сейчас же ее пугало в нем сдерживаемая ярость. Если при его спокойствии на ней оставалось очень мало живого места, то она не хотела знать, что будет при ярости. Она не хотела даже присутствовать там, где он ее проявил. Но ей, похоже, предстоит увидеть ее слишком близко.
– Не смей убегать от меня, – прошипел Катана, швырнул ее на пол, без замаха, к своим ногам, несколько раз ударил ногой в лицо. Властитель бил коротко, хлестко, казалось, ломал кости. Ито слышала тихий опасный треск, и видела знакомое сексуальное возбуждение узурпатора. – Ты – моя. Запомни это. Чем быстрее ты это примешь, тем быстрее кончится боль.

Through the Looking Glass. The beginning.

124. Take a mirror, put on it a pattern of stones, branches, leaves, some small things, so that the reflection is part of the picture.
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What's on the edge?

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-Not! No, no! Not! - from impotent anger, she kicked the dust and grass, - it can’t be, it can’t be like that!
A pained half-groan, half-moan escaped his throat. And his throat began to hurt, as if a scream had scratched him.
She reached, reached the very end. All these sacrifices, she traded everything for the knowledge of the Way, tolerated these stinking teachers with their advice and teachings, just to find out. And so she reached a place where no one could reach. Where the Priests did not let even the initiated reach. Emissa, the daughter of the ruler of the seven lands, deceived, flattered, pretended. And finally, she is at her destination. The world ended and nothing lay behind it. There was no miraculous exit to a beautiful and desirable world. She learnt where the light ended, and beyond that, of course, was just darkness.
-Get up, let's go, - she heard the voice of one of the mentors. Nexter. How she hated him.
She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes.
-There's nothing there! - she cried.
-For you,- he chuckled.
-What? I passed all the levels!
-I told you that you need to pass the level understanding, and not deceiving the oracle with formalism. You just don't know what's out there, so you can't see anything.
Blue eyes flashed with anger. He is arrogant again!
-I am also a mentor now.
-Yeah, what a bad mentor you are, - he grunted and went to the edge of existence, spread his arms and fell into the black abyss.
She screamed, peered cautiously into nothingness.
Nexter was again next to her, only a little to the side. In his hands shimmered a bracelet, the same as in the books of the Highest. So they are there!
-Take it. And go home. There, the potatoes for dinner are not peeled, - the man casually handed the bracelet to her.
- How are you? .. So I can do it too!
Emissa closed her eyes for a moment and rushed to the edge of existence.
- Stop! But potatoes!
The girl jumped into the darkness. The Being disappeared, there was only darkness around. Emissa didn't even fall, she just hung in the darkness. She could roll over, stand up, sit down, however, there was nothing to lean on. And that's all.
- Well, what is there? - a man similar to him came up to Nexter. Although Nexter was all sort of bright, like a summer day, and the approached was dark as a winter night.
-Jumped.
- Well, let's get by with pasta, - Kamir, also a mentor, shrugged his shoulders, - let her hand there.
- Yeah.
Amisa suddenly heard Nexter's hateful mocking voice "when you'll get tired of hanging out in nothingness, call me. Potatoes won't peel themselves."
- And what do you have here? - Kamir asked, nodding at the bracelet.
- Yes, I took it for her, here, in the Highest world, to console her.
- Oh, give it to me.
Nexter smiled and handed the bracelet to his friend.

Заколка

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Фрей, почувствовав присутствие, ничем не выдал, что проснулся. В комнате сладко пахло маслами, значит, это женщина. Бушра так умаслилась, что ее запах было не учуять.
– Это я, хозяин, Айша, – нежно пропела принцесса, проводя шелковой ладонью по щеке викинга.
Фрей открыл глаза, легко улыбнулся и сел на постели. Девушка прижала пальцы к его губам и потянулась к нему, но мужчина мягко сжал ее ладонь и отвел от своего лица. Покачал головой.
– Мое сердце занято, красавица, – улыбнулся он.
– Я не прошу твоего сердца, я прошу только твое тело, на одну ночь, – игриво и нежно сказала Айша.
Фрей снова покачал головой и усмехнулся.
– Никому не нужно тело, Айша, что с него толку? Душа оживляет тело. Сердце, стремящееся к другому сердцу, делает близость сладкой.
– Но мое стремится!..
– Но мое, как я сказал, занято, – улыбнулся Фрей.
– Грех перед богами отказывать женщине! – в сердцах, зло крикнула девушка.
– Я не отказываю, Айша, я пытаюсь сказать, что я не смогу дать тебе то, что тебе нужно. Я могу принять тебя, – Фрей сделал жест, указывая на постель, – но ты сама потом будешь жалеть об этом. Такой дар от женщины нужно принимать, только если ты можешь сохранить его, если ты сможешь подарить что-то такой же силы ей. А я не могу. Ни сохранить не смогу, ни отдарить. Я не хочу тебя обманывать, ты ничего плохого не сделала, чтобы это заслужить, Айша.
Девушка расплакалась, попыталась убежать, Фрей поймал ее за руку и притянул к себе. Несколько мгновений Айша вырывалась из рук мужчины, но Фрей ее удержал. Успокаивающе прижал к себе, гладя ее по волосам, освобождая их от заколок и шпилек.
– Давай станем братом и сестрой? – предложил Фрей.
Мужчина подумал, что раньше бы он переспал с принцессой, чтобы был рычаг давления на правителей Сао, потому что для правителя позор тяжелее смерти. Но эта скрытая война требовала от Фрея другого поведения, здесь нужна была другая тактика. Да и чем дальше он шел по полям боя в этой войне, к своему счастью, тем меньше ему хотелось ломать чьи-то жизни. Не потому, что он стал добрее, и не потому, что он понял ценность чужих жизней, просто, как хороший воин, а Фрей был хорошим воином, он понимал, что противника в тихой войне нельзя оставлять озлобленным, а люди с горечью, со страхом, самые опасные. Рычаг и так у него был, спрятал заколку принцессы под подушку Фрей.
Бушра посмотрела на мужчину:
– Я не хочу быть сестрой! Я – женщина, а ты – мужчина! Я хочу любить, и чтобы ты меня любил!
– Я и буду тебя любить, так, как могу. Потому и предлагаю, что могу.
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O-o, о-о, in the shadows

123. Make a beautiful picture of your shadow and take a picture.