Svyatoslav Albireo's Blog: From Firokami, page 96

Vessels of beauty

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Solya Combella caught the crystals on his hand and looked through them at other worlds. The autumn wind whirled the leaves with a gentle rustle. Autumn covered nature with a transparent fairy tale.
The crystal rustle of the wind evoked a thoughtful slumber, everything plunged into a mysterious, light, warm dream.
ХХХХ
Inspector Hastord looked out the window, from the window where his desk stood, he could see the entrance to the famous modeling agency “Oh! Lux. Therefore, the most beautiful girls in the country have always been available to his eyes. In the city, crime was familiar and rare, so Inspector Hastord was enviable, for days on end he could admire the most beautiful creatures without being distracted by work. But for some reason, the inspector looked at the entrance to the agency with ill-concealed dislike. In this agency, every autumn, on the windiest day, a girl disappeared. The Model. Moreover, the one that was chosen as the face of autumn.
The girls disappeared so skillfully and without a trace, there was not even a single clue. They tried to guard, transport, hide the girls, but in the evening the wind rose, and in the morning the girl simply was not there. They tried to guard her, but the girl disappeared in the blink of an eye. It only took a blink.

When the autumn wind blows. AlbireoMKG

За забором

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art by Ol Albireo
Не стесняйтесь писать свои истории
и давать артам свои названия. Так же, можете не только писать истории, но и рисовать свои арты, сочинять музыку, делать игрушки, пилить лобзиком и царапать гвоздиком, переводить на другие языки, для практики (и никогда не упрощайте текст при переводе!). И нам покажите, что получилось)

Это было удивительно. Кому в наше время нужен забор, да еще и с колючей проволокой? Как можно не бояться, что эта колючка в любой момент обернется вокруг горла и задушит?
Мы с группой шли мимо забора, проверять, что внутри было опасно, да и незачем, мы шли в супермаркет, пополнить припасы. Со жгутами моря нечисть уже не казалась такой проблемой, поэтому мы могли заходить туда, куда боялись соваться банды. Да и после того, как одну из них сожгло море, к нам тоже не лезли.
И вдруг я услышал кашель за дверью. Человеческий. Мужской. Может, собака? Хотя в городе не осталось собак. Я остановился. Группа тоже. Рахмет вопросительно посмотрел на меня.
Черный жгут у меня на шее шевельнулся, на дорожку брызнули координаты. Я уже знал координаты города почти наизусть.
Взглядом я указал Размету на забор. Нам придется туда лезть. Там то, что нужно нашему защитнику морю.

Кошка в окне. АльбиреоМКГ

More about rubbish

158.Throw away an unnecessary or broken thing. Yes, the one that you hoped to fix, which you hoped to get into again, which you don’t need for several years, but it’s a pity to throw it away. Or give it to someone (if it is whole and working), take it to the entrance, leave it on a bench. Things with history that are dear to you, of course, you shouldn't throw away)). It is better, of course, to throw some rubbish out of your head, but it's ok too throw out something from the apartment.
If you feel better, try repeating every Wednesday.


This game is endless. As long as I'm online, it will go. By hashtag #I_am_here_eternity, you can find this game online and join, complete the task and put a hashtag so that other players can find you. Or do a task just for yourselves. The essence of the game is that you always have somewhere to go, can look into yourself and reveal yourself, and the essence of the hashtag is you can find each other. You can leave the game at any time and return to it at any time. If you want me to see your assignment, send me a link to it. You can put it in any of my posts, on any platform, just put the hashtag of the game in the comments to me know that you need me to follow the link - I don’t follow the links in the comments without any reason))
By the way, you can post your tasks under this hashtag, creating your own circles of players.
So, everyone who is lonely - unite))

#I_am_here_eternity

Not far from reality

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Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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Elshe nodded, poured chocolate liquid into the empty glasses, covered the fire with a transparent cone with a cut top, and spread a blanket on the grass. Kiyuri stood up, reached for his glass, and took a sip. Today, Kiyuri decided to drink slowly, feeling and remembering the changes in his mind. The world around him began to spin slowly.
-Can you not run around me? - smiling asked the young man sitting next to Elshe. The handsome man stretched out, exhaled a velvety languid moan, he was sure that he was hanging in the air, above the mat. It was calm and pleasant. It seemed to Kiyuri that just a little more, and he would understand all the secrets of existence. Maybe even he can come back to reality. Yes, he needed it, he wanted to take a break from his thoughts, thoughts that bothered, annoyed, much less were pleasant. He would have wanted to see so few people in reality, next to him ...
The light, lulling darkness was cut through by Elshe's dark gaze. Kiyuri smiled. Elshe turned out to be a thought about reality.
“I wonder what your name is,” Kiyuri asked, but did not hear his own voice, only some kind of velvety, viscous cooing. “Maybe it’s my voice, I just don’t remember it,” Kiyuri thought.
The man silently smiled, took Kiyuri's hand in his and pulled the young man up into the night sky with him. "You're just like alive," Kiyuri decided not to speak out it loud, thoughts often were offended when they were called thoughts.

Музыка дуальности

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art by Ol Albireo
Не стесняйтесь писать свои истории
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Сплетаясь в танце Единения, несли на своих плечах Вечность Тигр и Дракон. Не мысля существования Счастья друг без друга, не находя Гармонии вне друг друга. Со времен более давних, чем момент слияния Неба и Земли. Они заключали в себе великую силу счастливого созидания, совершенной гармонии. На них держится суть всего сущего.
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В старом заброшенном замке, ветер, не зная преград, гулял, видимо уже не одну вечность. Непонятно каким образом сохранившийся рояль стоял в зале когда-то бывшей бальной. Черноволосый юноша, закрыв глаза, играл на рояле. Длинные тонкие пальцы летали по клавишам, извлекая из инструмента мелодичную мистерию. Замок, ветер, рояль, юноша и его мелодия, гармонировали, дополняя друг друга. Юноша играл, а ветер разносил мелодию по замку. По щеке юноши скатилась слеза, скатилась к уголку губ. Пальцы пианиста дрогнули, и мелодия оборвалась.

Личный ад. АльбиреоМКГ

listening to our breath

157.Today is a difficult task. Straighten your back. To do this correctly, circle your shoulders back, lower them (pull them down), exhale deeply. Breathe deeply. All day long, make sure that your breathing is free and your back is straight. Do not strain it, just make sure that the stooped back does not interfere with breathing.


This game is endless. As long as I'm online, it will go. By hashtag #I_am_here_eternity, you can find this game online and join, complete the task and put a hashtag so that other players can find you. Or do a task just for yourselves. The essence of the game is that you always have somewhere to go, can look into yourself and reveal yourself, and the essence of the hashtag is you can find each other. You can leave the game at any time and return to it at any time. If you want me to see your assignment, send me a link to it. You can put it in any of my posts, on any platform, just put the hashtag of the game in the comments to me know that you need me to follow the link - I don’t follow the links in the comments without any reason))
By the way, you can post your tasks under this hashtag, creating your own circles of players.
So, everyone who is lonely - unite))

#I_am_here_eternity

Let’s go out

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Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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I understand why Mariyan started a scandal, this is an attempt to bring the head of the princess to the dragon. The dragon is me, the princesses are people entangled in his web. Yes, that's how he sees romance. Mariyan is angry with Asen, says he is underdeveloped and that it is impossible to behave with people like that, sometimes Bozhen gets under his anger. The harmonica-man tries ti be unnoted, so he only receives his part of hatred when a common phrase sounds. Mariyan looks at me. Even though he seems very emotional now, the killer spider's cold eyes are, as often, frozen, motionless, as if lifeless. He knows how to smile with them, and then the sun seems to flash and play in them - my totem. At other times, even when he smiles, if you cover the lower part of his face with your palm, you will see that his eyes remain cold and motionless. Well, he also has this, real, his look, heavy and familiar from eternity.
- Svyatoslav, Svyatoslav, make sure they don't swear!- Bozhen turns to me, unconsciously realizing that I can stop Mariyan.
But he got bored, he wants to drop everything and leave with me. I can't refuse him this impulse. Why else do you need friends, if not to know that you will never be alone? Mariyan abruptly begins to gather.
“Let’s go out,” he says to me.
#Bottomless, AlbireoMKG

Питомец

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art by Ol Albireo
Не стесняйтесь писать свои истории
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-Не пугай его своей тьмой! Зачем ты спустил ее с ошейника? - накинулась Эльмира на мужчину.
Тот обнял комок тьмы.
-Она не кусается! Сейчас ночь, я отпустил ее побегать, а ты хочешь, чтобы она сожрала тут все?
-Она напугала Стефана!
-А кто ее вообще в этот мир притащил, а? - возмутился мужчина.
-Да хватит вам! - прошипела девушка.
Тьма прижалась к мужчине, обнимая его за шею, как невиданное животное.
-Стефан! - улыбнулась Эльмира вошедшему.
Из кармана Эдварда торчал кусочек черного платка. Стефан почему-то не мог отвести маленького треугольника взгляд. Почему-то он не мог справиться с тревогой.

Открой дверь! АльбиреоМКГ

We are not slaves, slaves are not we*

156.Make a meaningful phrase from the titles of the books you have))
It can be a poem or a story.

*The first phrase from the Soviet ABC-school book.


This game is endless. As long as I'm online, it will go. By hashtag #I_am_here_eternity, you can find this game online and join, complete the task and put a hashtag so that other players can find you. Or do a task just for yourselves. The essence of the game is that you always have somewhere to go, can look into yourself and reveal yourself, and the essence of the hashtag is you can find each other. You can leave the game at any time and return to it at any time. If you want me to see your assignment, send me a link to it. You can put it in any of my posts, on any platform, just put the hashtag of the game in the comments to me know that you need me to follow the link - I don’t follow the links in the comments without any reason))
By the way, you can post your tasks under this hashtag, creating your own circles of players.
So, everyone who is lonely - unite))

#I_am_here_eternity

In the winter forest

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-I can't believe we're doing this! - Vadim wandered through the snow. -Yes, even for a girl with whom I have not even slept. What if she is in bed like this, Snow Maiden, - Vadim laughed.
-Will teach her, - smiled May. - Rostislav doesn’t complain about his Snow Maiden.
-That's right, - Vadim agreed philosophically, mechanically reached for the pancake.
-What are you doing? This is a sacrificial meal. It is forbidden. Grandpa Frost will be offended.
-Sorry, I forgot. You know, I don't really believe that, May. This lady is crazy. Your Nastya is in a brothel somewhere or at the station, you just need to punch her phone, but we bake pancakes and run through the forest.
-I was looking for her. Those days. And I called her. Her phone switched off. And for some reason you can't get her. I asked them for a phone number, I thought maybe they would give another one, maybe she changed it. At home she guarded, the next day, until night, she did not come, in the group I asked, no one knows anything. I have a friend of a cop, a good man, he checked her phone, and social networks, too, and he said his guys to pay attention to it. Let's try this today, tomorrow we'll try something different.
-It looks, we are here. Here is the first slope, Katya and I rode here, remember, such a busty one.
-I don't remember, - May smiled.
-Listen, are you, in general, about the women? How can you not remember Katya?
-Come on, it's youe business, to remember your women, who is busty, who is muzzy ... we came, sort of. Well, let's put it on.
-Yeah, I couldn't anymore, I mean women, I’ll give Santa Claus a promise to love, appreciate, otherwise he won’t give me Marfutka back. Oh, well, Marfutka, you will have to try to replace all the women for me!
Vadim put the treat under the tree, May under the next one.
May raked the snow for himself and for Vadim and took off his shoes, standing barefoot on the frozen ground.
Vadim, too, immediately cursed.
-How cold.
-Don't swear, evil spirits, they say, they don't like it.
-How we call him?
-Well, I don’t know, in free form, I guess, Snow Maiden didn’t say anything. Inget, Inget, come to me for a treat, I have a request.
-Yeah. And I have. How did they call the swearing dwarf in the camp, right? Inget, Inget, come to pancakes and bring Marfutka. Is it ok, not too soon?
May shrugged.
-Geata taught us, Inget, Snow Maiden, - he said loudly.
Vadim looked around.
XXXX
Inget and Viskola played ice cubes for a wish. Suddenly Inget smiled and listened.
-What? Has everyone decided to throw away their daughters this year? Another Snow Maiden? - Viscola chuckled.
- I haven't heard that in hundreds of years! - Inget laughed, - The Call, can you imagine?
-Your name? - the blizzard broke her beautiful eyebrows.
-Mine, yes. This is for the daughter of a good fellow.
-For Nastya? - the blizzard was amazed.
-Yeah, - said Inget cheerfully, - I'll go, son-in-law is here, after all.
The blizzard laughed crystal-clearly and leaned back in her chair.
-Call him here. Will we test him?
-Of course. That's the tale.
Viscola clapped her hands.

That's the tale, AlbireoMKG