Svyatoslav Albireo's Blog: From Firokami, page 23
October 30, 2023
Dancing gods
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Dancing gods
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October 29, 2023
Photos from the Second Dark Night of Samhain.
Jars with cookies and candies I went to open.
Jumped today through the fire - it's really fun)))) ran between the bonfires (for running between the fires, today we made two bonfires, 31st we will also make two bonfires, but there to enter a new cycle, but today for purification from evil).
We threw pebbles into the sea, so that Dooghee took away all the bad things into the abyss. It's interesting that you won't find pebbles here, but when we were walking from the book club meeting today (we had a meeting about Pelevin today), Sonya found a big stone, she said: Is it enough to be a stone of all the bad things for the whole family? But no, there's a ritual, one stone is one bad thing. And Odesos laid out a row of stones right on the curb. And then, on the shore, at Dooghee's, well, he knew we'd come to throw stones, he just gave us some stones.
He was just pointing to me, touching a stone on the shore with a wave, "Throw this one.
We threw everything out into the abyss.
Dima has his own rituals. He's been waiting so long to burn old furniture, so he concentrates like a black archon, comes to the fire, takes some door, chops it with a calun and tosses it into the fire. With a very serious face. Watches it burns for a while and goes to bed.
Tomorrow is the last Dark Night, the last two rituals of protection and purification.
#Samhain #my_flirting_with_Dooghee
Photos are here https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/30/ngng2
Jumped today through the fire - it's really fun)))) ran between the bonfires (for running between the fires, today we made two bonfires, 31st we will also make two bonfires, but there to enter a new cycle, but today for purification from evil).
We threw pebbles into the sea, so that Dooghee took away all the bad things into the abyss. It's interesting that you won't find pebbles here, but when we were walking from the book club meeting today (we had a meeting about Pelevin today), Sonya found a big stone, she said: Is it enough to be a stone of all the bad things for the whole family? But no, there's a ritual, one stone is one bad thing. And Odesos laid out a row of stones right on the curb. And then, on the shore, at Dooghee's, well, he knew we'd come to throw stones, he just gave us some stones.
He was just pointing to me, touching a stone on the shore with a wave, "Throw this one.
We threw everything out into the abyss.
Dima has his own rituals. He's been waiting so long to burn old furniture, so he concentrates like a black archon, comes to the fire, takes some door, chops it with a calun and tosses it into the fire. With a very serious face. Watches it burns for a while and goes to bed.
Tomorrow is the last Dark Night, the last two rituals of protection and purification.
#Samhain #my_flirting_with_Dooghee
Photos are here https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/30/ngng2
October 28, 2023
Samhain
We started celebrating Samhain, made one of the rituals, lit candles, and lit a bonfire. Didn't I tell you that the Wind lives on our third-floor patio? Well, I don't mean that the wind always blows there, no, not always. But there's a personification of wind living there. He is curious and behind him all the time there is this wind tail, he does not know how to control it, he goes, runs, and demolishes everything on the way)))))
On the other hand, he sometimes opens and closes the door when you have busy hands and he sweeps the fallen leaves in a pile, where Ol tells him.
Well, on his paths, where he goes, it is better not to put anything and on the party zone it's better nothing to put, he throws off everything.
So, we have a jar with a broom, which stands on the street, on the table, it fell several times because the bouquet overpulls. We poured sand into the jar and put iron balls, but it still fell. I went out today, and on double-sided tape the bottom of the jar glued to the table and then checked it with my hand, how it's stable. Immediately the Wind came up and jerked it as I did before. Just like with someone with a hand))) The jar stands))))))
There were many Spirits of fire today))) but also dryads came))))
These are all guests, in addition to our domovoy (house master, I don't know, if Americans have such a spirit, it's the spirit, who keeps your home), Gagden-spirit, and his buddies. We still have all sorts of spirits living outside the perimeter, but they are not allowed to go in, only to visit someone or by permission and invitation, but on Samhain they are allowed, of course.
We're setting the table, and Garden Spirit says to put salt on it.
Me: Why salt? Salt is against spirits, and we set the table for them.
Garden-spirit: put it, so that good spirits can protect themselves from evil spirits. Well, I put it, of course, though I've never heard of spirits asking for salt. Today Sonya also says: we put the treats on the table, but we didn't open the jars. And how will the spirits open them?
Me: Well, they, in general, seem to be able to open such things, it is not locked, and seals are not imposed. Why, did they complain to you that they couldn't open it?
Sonya: No, not really.
What do you think? I think, on the contrary, that it would be hygienic, so that bugs and ants wouldn't get in, and the spirits could take the treats.
Here are photos of Fire Spirits and a couple of dryads: https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/29/fns
On the other hand, he sometimes opens and closes the door when you have busy hands and he sweeps the fallen leaves in a pile, where Ol tells him.
Well, on his paths, where he goes, it is better not to put anything and on the party zone it's better nothing to put, he throws off everything.
So, we have a jar with a broom, which stands on the street, on the table, it fell several times because the bouquet overpulls. We poured sand into the jar and put iron balls, but it still fell. I went out today, and on double-sided tape the bottom of the jar glued to the table and then checked it with my hand, how it's stable. Immediately the Wind came up and jerked it as I did before. Just like with someone with a hand))) The jar stands))))))
There were many Spirits of fire today))) but also dryads came))))
These are all guests, in addition to our domovoy (house master, I don't know, if Americans have such a spirit, it's the spirit, who keeps your home), Gagden-spirit, and his buddies. We still have all sorts of spirits living outside the perimeter, but they are not allowed to go in, only to visit someone or by permission and invitation, but on Samhain they are allowed, of course.
We're setting the table, and Garden Spirit says to put salt on it.
Me: Why salt? Salt is against spirits, and we set the table for them.
Garden-spirit: put it, so that good spirits can protect themselves from evil spirits. Well, I put it, of course, though I've never heard of spirits asking for salt. Today Sonya also says: we put the treats on the table, but we didn't open the jars. And how will the spirits open them?
Me: Well, they, in general, seem to be able to open such things, it is not locked, and seals are not imposed. Why, did they complain to you that they couldn't open it?
Sonya: No, not really.
What do you think? I think, on the contrary, that it would be hygienic, so that bugs and ants wouldn't get in, and the spirits could take the treats.
Here are photos of Fire Spirits and a couple of dryads: https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/29/fns
The creative challenge of the day
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
458. Collect autumn leaves, paint them, and scatter them around the park.
#I_am_here_eternity
458. Collect autumn leaves, paint them, and scatter them around the park.
#I_am_here_eternity
October 27, 2023
Samhain
We've prepared for Samhain, tomorrow we will light bonfires and candles))
We set a table for the spirits outside, set up a little altar at home, and decorated the front door.
Should we add some branches on the gate door, what do you think?
here are photos: https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/27/ngng
We set a table for the spirits outside, set up a little altar at home, and decorated the front door.
Should we add some branches on the gate door, what do you think?
here are photos: https://albireo-mkg.com/2023/10/27/ngng
October 23, 2023
Meeting
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Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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Meeting
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October 22, 2023
Кототерапия
Тут одна клевая девушка собралась на конкурс рассказов, который называется Кототерапия. Какой-то няшный белочковый конкурс про котиков. А девушка пишет прикольные ужастики. И я пришел оставить ей комментарий и поддержать, комментарий был, мол, давай, пиши ужасы про ужасных котов! И хотел шутки ради сказать, мол, пиши, как коты пожрали там всех, терапия такая… и ко мне полностью пришел сюжет про ужасных котов, ну я и записал его быстренько. К Самайну, так сказать.
Прочитать можно здесь, совершенно безд-возд-мезд-но, то есть даром. Особо впечатлившиеся могут кидать донаты, канеш, не стесняйтесь. Пусть будет, как будто я умею попрошайничать, то есть эта, ну как вы это называете сейчас, благодарность или что там, как какая-нибудь успешная женщина, но я на самом деле задравшись с Элементором за несколько месяцев хвастаюсь, что смог кнопку доната не удалить (думаете, экая невидаль, а я с одной страницы ее умудрился удалить и не знаю, как вернуть, так что для меня достижение)
Вот тут и скачать, и прочитать, и другие рассказы тоже тут же можно почитать и скачать:
https://albireo-mkg.com/creativity/free
И прямая ссылка на прочитать: https://albireo-mkg.com/creativity/fr...
Скоро, или к Самайну, или во время, выложу еще два рассказа, один тоже ужастик, как и Кототерапия, (будет называться "Я люблю дарить людям радость ", обложку уже можно посмотреть на сайте), а второй лиричная сказка, с моим любимым паттерном сюжета - "Любовь с ореховыми глазами".
А, ну, аннотацию же нужно какую-то… хотя название точнее любой возможной аннотации. Ну, пусть такая будет: все знают, что кошки лечат. Только зачем они это делают?
Прочитать можно здесь, совершенно безд-возд-мезд-но, то есть даром. Особо впечатлившиеся могут кидать донаты, канеш, не стесняйтесь. Пусть будет, как будто я умею попрошайничать, то есть эта, ну как вы это называете сейчас, благодарность или что там, как какая-нибудь успешная женщина, но я на самом деле задравшись с Элементором за несколько месяцев хвастаюсь, что смог кнопку доната не удалить (думаете, экая невидаль, а я с одной страницы ее умудрился удалить и не знаю, как вернуть, так что для меня достижение)
Вот тут и скачать, и прочитать, и другие рассказы тоже тут же можно почитать и скачать:
https://albireo-mkg.com/creativity/free
И прямая ссылка на прочитать: https://albireo-mkg.com/creativity/fr...
Скоро, или к Самайну, или во время, выложу еще два рассказа, один тоже ужастик, как и Кототерапия, (будет называться "Я люблю дарить людям радость ", обложку уже можно посмотреть на сайте), а второй лиричная сказка, с моим любимым паттерном сюжета - "Любовь с ореховыми глазами".
А, ну, аннотацию же нужно какую-то… хотя название точнее любой возможной аннотации. Ну, пусть такая будет: все знают, что кошки лечат. Только зачем они это делают?
October 21, 2023
The creative challenge of the day
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
457.Download or draw a flower stencil, and then collect leaves and petals from the street, stick them on the stencil to make a picture. Leave the picture on the street or drop it in someone's mailbox. Write: Greetings from Autumn!
#I_am_here_eternity
457.Download or draw a flower stencil, and then collect leaves and petals from the street, stick them on the stencil to make a picture. Leave the picture on the street or drop it in someone's mailbox. Write: Greetings from Autumn!
#I_am_here_eternity
October 17, 2023
Returning
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Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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Returning
- Hey, have you seen Luke?.. Kashim, give it to me back!
I don’t know, was it someone’s birthday, or someone was celebrating their religious holiday, and the rest joined in, or they were just celebrating a quiet day.
I sat on the shore, as well, although closer to the water, away from the fires. Reflect sat nearby. It’s not that we became friends, but when I didn’t have anything else to do for the day and I sat down to reboot and relax, he was there. Or he just looked at the water, like me, or was telling me something.
A sharp sound, like the uncleans screaming, tore the space apart. I jumped up, grabbing the black rope, intending to throw it at Reflect, although I immediately realized that he could not be so stupid as to attack at Sea. This is certain death.
The music and laughter in the camp gave way to screams.
Over the sea, in the darkness, a bird flew, turning white. Or rather, not a bird. Like a lot of white lights that formed into a bird.
The uncleans. Above Sea. I felt a cold snake of fear crawl up my back. Reflect looked at me and cowered.
"Everyone to the house!"I shouted.
There was no need to shout over anyone; now everyone was silent and looked at the white web of death that was approaching.
People rushed into the house.
Rakhmet and several guys were next to me.
"Why doesn’t He overwhelm her... them?" asked one of the guys, Palan, I think his name was.
“I don’t know,” I shook my head.
The bird stopped screeching and now flew silently.
"Do you know how to deal with it?" Rakhmet asked Reflect.
The uncleans moved his head vaguely.
"I will try."
I understood Reflect’s confusion. If Sea has stopped protecting us, then he simply has a whole camp of donors. And if this is a test, then we should help, Ahshayna could appear at any moment.
The bird swooped down on Reflect's shoulder and screeched again, as if telling him something.
We clenched our knives tighter. Although knives against the uncleans are useless.
Reflect touched the bird and stroked its back. She began to gurgle frighteningly and contentedly.
“This... this is my bird,” said Reflect. - I mean, it's from my dispute. It somehow found me. It flew to me.
Reflect and the bird were silent for a while. There is no need to speak to the uncleans, they hear each other that way. Maybe our thoughts can be heard too.
"It says that Akhshayna let it come to me. It won't harm anyone"
Reflect looked at me.
"Can she stay?"
Rakhmet shook his head.
I felt sorry for the boy. It's strange, actually. Indeed do the uncleans get their affection? The bird has found its creator... as if they are normal and know how to love.
"It can stay if it behaves well and doesn’t pester people. And don't let it squeal."
Reflect smiled. He already knows what it means to people.
"Thank you! It won't."
He gently stroked the bird again; it opened its mouth but made no sound.
“Soon we will have an additional camp, a camp of the uncleans,” Rakhmet said displeasedly and asked Reflect sternly, “will any more of your brood of bastards show up?”
“I... I don’t know, the disputes are independent, we don’t have any special connection...” Reflect began to explain, “I don’t even know how it found out that I was giving birth to it.”
"Ok, but be aware. I’ll drown you both if it seems to me that you’re up to something here,” Rakhmet warned and went into the house to calm people down.
There was no point in warning. I was sure that Akhshayna had already warned the flying uncleans. I smiled. So he didn't turn his back on us.
Cat in the window. AlbireoMKG.
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and name arts.
You also can do not only write, but draw, sing, create music and sculptures, translate into other languages you learn for practicing (and never simplify text when you translate it!). Show us that you did.
Returning
- Hey, have you seen Luke?.. Kashim, give it to me back!
I don’t know, was it someone’s birthday, or someone was celebrating their religious holiday, and the rest joined in, or they were just celebrating a quiet day.
I sat on the shore, as well, although closer to the water, away from the fires. Reflect sat nearby. It’s not that we became friends, but when I didn’t have anything else to do for the day and I sat down to reboot and relax, he was there. Or he just looked at the water, like me, or was telling me something.
A sharp sound, like the uncleans screaming, tore the space apart. I jumped up, grabbing the black rope, intending to throw it at Reflect, although I immediately realized that he could not be so stupid as to attack at Sea. This is certain death.
The music and laughter in the camp gave way to screams.
Over the sea, in the darkness, a bird flew, turning white. Or rather, not a bird. Like a lot of white lights that formed into a bird.
The uncleans. Above Sea. I felt a cold snake of fear crawl up my back. Reflect looked at me and cowered.
"Everyone to the house!"I shouted.
There was no need to shout over anyone; now everyone was silent and looked at the white web of death that was approaching.
People rushed into the house.
Rakhmet and several guys were next to me.
"Why doesn’t He overwhelm her... them?" asked one of the guys, Palan, I think his name was.
“I don’t know,” I shook my head.
The bird stopped screeching and now flew silently.
"Do you know how to deal with it?" Rakhmet asked Reflect.
The uncleans moved his head vaguely.
"I will try."
I understood Reflect’s confusion. If Sea has stopped protecting us, then he simply has a whole camp of donors. And if this is a test, then we should help, Ahshayna could appear at any moment.
The bird swooped down on Reflect's shoulder and screeched again, as if telling him something.
We clenched our knives tighter. Although knives against the uncleans are useless.
Reflect touched the bird and stroked its back. She began to gurgle frighteningly and contentedly.
“This... this is my bird,” said Reflect. - I mean, it's from my dispute. It somehow found me. It flew to me.
Reflect and the bird were silent for a while. There is no need to speak to the uncleans, they hear each other that way. Maybe our thoughts can be heard too.
"It says that Akhshayna let it come to me. It won't harm anyone"
Reflect looked at me.
"Can she stay?"
Rakhmet shook his head.
I felt sorry for the boy. It's strange, actually. Indeed do the uncleans get their affection? The bird has found its creator... as if they are normal and know how to love.
"It can stay if it behaves well and doesn’t pester people. And don't let it squeal."
Reflect smiled. He already knows what it means to people.
"Thank you! It won't."
He gently stroked the bird again; it opened its mouth but made no sound.
“Soon we will have an additional camp, a camp of the uncleans,” Rakhmet said displeasedly and asked Reflect sternly, “will any more of your brood of bastards show up?”
“I... I don’t know, the disputes are independent, we don’t have any special connection...” Reflect began to explain, “I don’t even know how it found out that I was giving birth to it.”
"Ok, but be aware. I’ll drown you both if it seems to me that you’re up to something here,” Rakhmet warned and went into the house to calm people down.
There was no point in warning. I was sure that Akhshayna had already warned the flying uncleans. I smiled. So he didn't turn his back on us.
Cat in the window. AlbireoMKG.
October 15, 2023
читаю и бубню
Не, ну вот правда. Ну вот хочешь ты рассказать историю.
Вот сейчас, в 21 веке. Я понимаю, ты можешь не хотеть писать про сейчас и здесь. Ну, скучно тебе, уныло. Действительно, такое себе, чтобы про это писать. Или, например, не хочешь разбираться с исторической или социальной достоверностью. Но ведь перед тобой бесконечное количество выдуманных миров. Что такое там есть в твоей истории, что ты хочешь сунуть свою уныдлятину именно в СССР? Добавить сакральности и весомости Благодатной земли? Потому что там все настоящее и "даже песенка настоящая" (с)? Потому что ну вот сколько этой фигни (современные книги, где действие происходит в СССР) ни читаю, постоянно вспоминаются слова Ивана Ефремова, что, чтобы писать фантастику, про далекое будущее, нужно и мышление менять, потому что нельзя дойти до совсем иного будущего с прежним мышлением. А у фантастов получаются обычные лоботрясы, только в фантастическом антураже.
Ну вот и тут. Ничего советского в этих книгах нет. Очевидно несоветские книги. Просто тут и там раскиданные моменты советского быта, которые никак не влияют на сюжет. Могло бы не быть этих ностальгически-онанистических вставочек автора и ничего бы не изменилось. Самое жалкое, что они не передают атмосферу, они передают щемящую жалкость и тоску автора даже не всегда по Той Стране, они не могут тосковать по ней, потому что они ничего про нее не знают, если бы знали, писали бы не так, это тоска по их собственному чувству своего светлого будущего из тогда. А, ну или обиду, конечно, за то, что не взяли. Но об этом стыдно говорить, поэтому перекладывают вину, мол, кашкой перекормили, училка несправедливая (ага, вы-то справедливые к своим детям, да? А к чужим?), тапочки серые, а не зеленые. Ну и прочие важные жизненные вещи.
Ужасно убого. Ну вот есть совет, не пишите, если можете не писать. Так и тут, ну не приплетайте вы СССР, если можно не приплетать. Ну не причаститесь вы так)) не так это делается.
Вот сейчас, в 21 веке. Я понимаю, ты можешь не хотеть писать про сейчас и здесь. Ну, скучно тебе, уныло. Действительно, такое себе, чтобы про это писать. Или, например, не хочешь разбираться с исторической или социальной достоверностью. Но ведь перед тобой бесконечное количество выдуманных миров. Что такое там есть в твоей истории, что ты хочешь сунуть свою уныдлятину именно в СССР? Добавить сакральности и весомости Благодатной земли? Потому что там все настоящее и "даже песенка настоящая" (с)? Потому что ну вот сколько этой фигни (современные книги, где действие происходит в СССР) ни читаю, постоянно вспоминаются слова Ивана Ефремова, что, чтобы писать фантастику, про далекое будущее, нужно и мышление менять, потому что нельзя дойти до совсем иного будущего с прежним мышлением. А у фантастов получаются обычные лоботрясы, только в фантастическом антураже.
Ну вот и тут. Ничего советского в этих книгах нет. Очевидно несоветские книги. Просто тут и там раскиданные моменты советского быта, которые никак не влияют на сюжет. Могло бы не быть этих ностальгически-онанистических вставочек автора и ничего бы не изменилось. Самое жалкое, что они не передают атмосферу, они передают щемящую жалкость и тоску автора даже не всегда по Той Стране, они не могут тосковать по ней, потому что они ничего про нее не знают, если бы знали, писали бы не так, это тоска по их собственному чувству своего светлого будущего из тогда. А, ну или обиду, конечно, за то, что не взяли. Но об этом стыдно говорить, поэтому перекладывают вину, мол, кашкой перекормили, училка несправедливая (ага, вы-то справедливые к своим детям, да? А к чужим?), тапочки серые, а не зеленые. Ну и прочие важные жизненные вещи.
Ужасно убого. Ну вот есть совет, не пишите, если можете не писать. Так и тут, ну не приплетайте вы СССР, если можно не приплетать. Ну не причаститесь вы так)) не так это делается.
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