#Mansi

[vintage-russia]

Mansi woman,Russia (19th-20th century)

[aroundtheworldinstamps]

I know this might not look too flashy, but this might be my favourite stamp sheet. These Estonian stamps are a language tree of the Uralic languages.

Going anti-clockwise from the bottom middle stamp, we have:

The Samoyedic Languages: Nenets, Enets, Nganasan, Selkup, and Kamasin

The Ugric Languages: Hungarian, Khanty and Mansi

The Permic Languages: Komi and Udmurt

The Mari and Mordvinic (Erzya and Moksha) Languages

The Sami Languages (Nortern, Southern, Skolt, Inari, Lule, Ume, Pite, Ter and Kildin Sami)

The Baltic-Finnic Languages: Veps, Karelian, Izhorian, Livonian, Finnish, Estonian and Votic

Languages in brackets weren't mentioned in the stamp, but I thought I'd elaborate anyway

Edit: put Ingrian instead of Izhorian. Should've known better, sorry

[nonrussian]

Mansi girl. 1977 г.

from Russian Museum of Ethnography

[heavensheal]

my art boy ++ filler carlbot

[bones-n-bookles]

Torch is out of Flint and Ember, both owned by @losech 💕 these pedigree sheets were both made by her as well!

Each dog up to Flint and Ember's grandparents will have their own tags, and all will be tagged "Torch fam" :) Dogs not directly behind but still related (aunts, siblings, cousins, further back in the pedigree like Great x5 grandparents, etc) will also be under that tag going forward.

Ancestors further back than Flint or Ember's grandparents will be tagged with what grandparent they're behind as well. For example, Berkut's father, grandfather, and further behind him, will be tagged "Berkut fam" "Torch fam"! Some dogs are popular studs or dams so are behind multiple dogs but such is purebred dogs lol, i may or may not bother putting them as "Berkut fam" "Dungar fam" "Shnyrka fam" depending on how i feel lol

[justlyubov]

"Good afternoon, dear friends! Today we have gathered to celebrate the ancient holiday of the peoples of Khanty and Mansi. The wagtail holiday-the holiday of waiting for a warm summer!"

"Over Konda the ice sparkled, it did not let the water dance, the wagtail flew in, the ice turned gray, and it began to crumble. The ice floes creaked with a roar, taking the frosts into the distance. She broke them with her tail, little bird, and it’s not a pity!"

*A song*

"The Khanty and Mansi revere us, the Wagtails, very much." "And the Kondinsky Mansi devoted a whole holiday to us, so there!" "And the Khanty believe that the wagtail brings happiness, and that's certainly true, for that, they call us: "йис туты вой" - ("soul-bearing bird")." "Hah! And the southern Khanty believe that thanks to the wagtail, children begin to speak, and this is true, true, true! Because when we fly south in the fall, we leave them - hmm! - a speech!" And the women, talking with the wagtail, ask her to help the children, protect them. And also the Mansi say that- *talk over each other* "Ah!" A third wagtail pushes them apart. "Boasters! You boast, but don't look around!" "So what?" They both say. "You see, there's ice everywhere!" The ice waves their hands. "Hey!" "The winter must want to return!" "Ah! But we've smashed it all! For warmth and light to come! And there they are again-!" She swats her wing at them. "-Frozen..." "Alright, sisters, don't panic! We broke it once - we will break it again! And no problem! So what are we waiting for? Let's get to it!" "Let's go!"

"What is it?! It doesn't work! Let's stomp on it." "Again doesn't work! Let's knock?" "Still doesn't work!" "Let's dance?" "Doesn't work, let's spin around. Harder, harder girls!" "Let's walk in circles. Faster, faster let's spin it! Go on, go on!" "It doesn't work at all! Well, what to do now?! We can't break the ice!" The ice closes in on them, taunting. "Scram!" The wagtails swat at it. The ice backs away and laughs. "I know! Let's ask the kids to help us!" "Well, I don't know, I don't know! What if they won't manage it?" "Well, let's try! Will you help us?" "Yes!" "Alright! Repeat all the moves after us!" "Let's melt that ice! Let's break it. Prepare your little wings!" "Yeah, show him! The ice has moved!" "Hurray! Thank you!"

"The old winter sure gave us trouble this year." "Yes, almost ruined all summer!" "Oh, look who's that over there? Ah, that's Mother-of-mothers! Only... She looks at us way too angrily! Oh, what happened to her?" Mothe-of-mothers walks around with an icy glare. "... She doesn't recognize us..." "Who has broken all of my ice?!"  "That was us, we did it!" "I wanted to freeze the hearts of humans-" "Ghasp!" "So that they couldn't enjoy the summer's light and warmth!" "Oh, sisters, isn't Mother-of-mothers bewitched by that mantle?" "Gasp! Right, we must get it off her quickly!" "There is no way! You won't succeed!" "Kids, help us, help us! Let's blow away that awful mantle off of the Mother-of-mothers! Inhale!" "On the count of three let's blow very hard at the Mother-of-mothers together, and take off that mantle!" "One...Two...Three! Blow!" "Oooh!" Mother-of-mothers gets blown away towards the ice. "Again, one more time!" "Ooh!" "Again, do it again!" "Ooh!" "Huzzah!"

"Oh! What's happening here? Why are you trying to blow me away?" "Yes, we did it! The spell is off! "We, respected Mother-of-mothers, we're saving you from the mantle the winter has cast on you, bewitching you. She wanted to freeze everyone!" "Oh, she's tricky! Doesn't want to give up. But it's summer already! My dear messengers of summer light and warmth, thank you!" "And thank you, kids!" "I ask the spirits of the sky to send us a hot long summer. Warm rains, so that the berries would appear as soon as possible. Let the rivers and lakes be full of fish, and the forests of beasts!"

"Mother-of-mothers, let's test how well the kids know our birds!" "Yes, let's play our favorite game, that's called-"Guess who's voice."" "Let's play?" "Yes!" *Play the game* (I don't feel like writing all that. Maybe later.)

"Good job, kids!"

"My dear adult daughters and sons- Oh!" The men with drums walk in "Haha!" "My dear children, I congratulate you on the holiday of the wagtail! The first summer bird has flown, the sacred little bird has flown. The winter won't come back!" "Hurrah!" "My dears, it's time for us to depart. Piece to you, kind people!" The woman sings. "A warm summer to you! Fareeval!" Speaks language "Whole hands to you whole legs, live happily, and have good thoughts! speaks language" walks off stage.

[good-lobster]

Song: Ma Pilyem (My Better Half)

Artist: Uljana Nikolaevna Randimova

Album: Sibérie 11 - Chants de L'ours, Harpes & Lyres Des Rives de L'Ob (Bear Songs, Harps and Lyres from the Banks of the Ob River)

[dracofeb]

This was uploaded to YouTube yesterday (July 1st) and just, I really like. Something about the rhythm and tune working with the language. I always enjoy finding neat songs like this in languages like Mansi. Kind of feels like I found a neat bit of hidden linguistic treasure.

[svetlonadyatlovpass]

Sampal-Čachl (hora)

rusky v dokumentech případu zapsán jako Сампаль-Чахль. pravděpodobně je to tato hora:Mapy.cz GPS: 61°41’35.802″N, 59°21’8.213″E

[lucaswowzers]

oh no...

his anger seems familiar...

[rkphotoart]

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[kutyozh]

languages they've covered so far:

Scots, Akkadian, Old Saxon, Sanskrit, Ossetian, Old English, Estonian, Medieval Latin, Mexican Spanish, Farsi, Lithuanian, Czech, Welsh, Tigrinya, Old Irish, Mari, Bulgarian, Biblical Hebrew, Kashmiri, P'urhépecha, Catalan, Romansh, Marathi, Mansi, Proto Germanic and Burgenland Croatian!

I've shared this podcast before but every time I listen to it I get so delighted by linguists hyping each other up and getting excited talking about their area of interest I feel compelled to share it again skdjfhghj

[nonrussian]

Mansi man boat with harpoon, early 20th c.

from Kunstkamera archive

[lestatdelioncourte]

10 years since hannibal watched will kill a man and instantly fell in love with him

[justlyubov]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They play a game where you have to guess the bird by the sound it makes. The Mother-of-mothers wishes the audience warm days. The singer in the blue dress performs another song, and they walk off stage.

[good-lobster]

Song: Le Faon Étoilé ou Le Faon Sacré (The Starry Fawn or The Sacred Fawn)

Artist: Nataša Istašina

Album: Sibérie 11 - Chants de L'ours, Harpes & Lyres Des Rives de L'Ob (Bear Songs, Harps and Lyres from the Banks of the Ob River)