#railway shelters

[engko1]

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[folklorespring]

Please please PLEASE speak up about Ukrainians who are being held in russian captivity. About Ukrainians under russian occupation. About our defenders. Military doctors and paramedics. Orphans and children who are waiting for their parents from war or russian captivity. About first responders. Parents who had to bury their children. People who are dealing with the aftermath of russian shellings. Women who have to give birth in the bomb shelters. People who are being constantly shelled. Someone who is waiting for their loved ones from the war. Someone whose loved ones came back from the war in a casket. Teachers who are having lessons underground. Someone whose hometown doesn't exist anymore. Volunteers. People who visit their friends at the cemetery. Kidnapped Ukrainian children. Farmers. People who got disabled from the war. Refugees. Railway workers. People who went through russian torture chambers and didn't survive. Critical infrastructure workers. People who died and people who grieve. Please, don't let our stories be forgotten.

[sukunasteeth]

Wrestle Me

Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.

Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.

The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.

Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.

You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.

The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.

An idea comes to mind.

Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.

"Wrestle me." You beam at him.

It was somewhat of a joke.

Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.

 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.

Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.

His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.

"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.

You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.

You love when he’s in a playful mood.

"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.

Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."

You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.

"Let's find out."  

~

Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.

Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.

The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future. 

"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."

"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.

Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.

He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.

"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position. 

"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?" 

It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you weren’t going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well. 

"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"

"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."

That did it.

Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.

No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.

Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.

[nohoperadio]

I went to the Wikipedia page on Les Champs magnétiques (a French surrealist novel written entirely as automatic writing, i.e. typing whatever words come into your head without trying to make them mean anything), which is one of the Wikipedia pages I remember being fascinated by as a young teen first discovering Wikipedia, when at least a couple of you were literally not even born yet, or like barely born. The very short article hasn't changed much since 20 years ago except that the example passage they quote is now a different one for some reason, which I noticed immediately on account of the vibes being wrong despite the new passage also mentioning train stations, and I had to go back to an older revision to see the one I remember from my youth:

The marvellous railway-stations never afford us shelter anymore: the long passages terrify us. So in order to go on living these monotonous minutes must still be stifled, these scraps of centuries. Once we loved the year's last sunny days, the narrow plains where our eyes' gaze flowed like those impetuous rives of our childhood. There remain nothing but reflections now in the woods repopulated with absurd animals, with well-known plants.

For some reason I felt like going back even further to the very first version of the article, created May 8th 2004, and I was rewarded with the fact that the user who initially created the article for Les Champs magnétiques (and the current version is still mostly their work actually) decided to get a bit self-referential and wacky with it; this is how their original version ends:

Keeping the spirit of surrealism, the rest of this entry is done using automated writing (spelling mistakes and all): A strange french book, is this book. I can try to read it but sometinmes I have trouble, especisallym wsince my essay is due in Monday. I have boorrowed a lot of books from the library. Perhapos I can do an automated essay? I mentioned it to my lecturerer and he said it would not work. I wonder if the wiklipedia people will accept this entry. I think they are too strict and it is a pity that surrealism is not an accepted technique if these people knew anything about post-modernism they would realise that everythign like this is valid on some level althought I guess I haven't really spoken about the book, yeah its good, there is poetry towards the end so it's not really a novel.

[drgnflyteabox]

Imagine you're a sheltered woman from New York in the 1850s. By the time you're a young lady both your parents are dead, so you have no choice but to leave your cushy little family home, get on a train and meet your only living relative. You're kind of useless, bookish and naive. You've never experienced anything but comfort. Your uncle tells you he doesn't want you around, but as a woman you can't do much on your own, and what could you do? You're as helpless as a lamb.

Your uncle betroths you to a man in Oregon, and ships you off to travel the oregon trail with all your treasure (jewelry, bonds, antiques, etc). The only thing is that he can't just send you on your own- you've only been in the real world the past few days to travel to him!!! You've been an anxious little hermit, and who's gonna carry your trunk full of romance books?

Your uncle hires security company 141 to escort you through the grueling journey, and you're none the wiser that company 141 doesn't exist, but outlaw gang Ghost team does...

Anyways I neeeeeeed more western and cowboy 141 and I've been playing rdr2 lately soo

This could work for any of the boys :')

Gaz who's just like your fairytale men. Kind, considerate, kisses your hand. He gives you a little extra bacon in the morning when you whine and picks wildflowers for you when he sees a pretty one (like you). You're defenseless against his charms.

Price who's...... the embodiment of your daddy issues. Spoiler? But you grew up so sheltered because your dad believed your family was cursed, and made you scared to be in the world. Price is so big and solid and comforting, older and bearlike... you definitely could call him daddy :')

Johnny who's got you flustered and blushing the entire way, even when you're miserable, when you're beyond travel weary. He's carefree about touch and space, and for someone who grew up locked in a single space for so long, you're like putty at the simplest touches from him

Simon's a wildcard. He wears a bandana, which makes everyone but the company nervous, and he's always riding off. You rarely see him, but you're mesmerized by his pale eyes and pale lashes, his scars and his story. He kind of hates you for how you don't seem to know like... anything. He let's the others care for you, counting the days until they can meet up with Kate and abandon you for dead with all your ma and pas jewelry and valuables and onto the next robbery... unless (0)o(0)

Also the guy you're meant to marry is graves LOL. Your family is deep in the railway industry and filthy rich and graves is buying up land and planting vineyards. Hes getting rich off of wine :') that's the story in my head

Plsss forgive me if this has already been written!!! I had a dream about it and I couldn't remember if it was something I'd read, or something I thought up. I looked around tumblr and ao3 for anything but couldn't find anything. Pleaseeeeee contact me if its your idea, I'm terrified of accidentally plagiarizing lol

[esperanzawave]

time to peel myself off my bed and get an iced coffee w biodegradable container from the local mcdonalds. I must drive through desert to get there, I usually bring my red poodle. This has been my morning for 3 months.

[kalpeavaris]

welcome to the brainrot rambles of an Wild West!AU for Murder Drones... yeehaw bitches It's called "Spirits Of The West" :] And it also has a Playlist & a Pinterest Board!

I gotta preface this with: This AU is not meant to be a 100% historically accurate depiction of the Wild West/the 1890s (where the story is set). A lot of it is fictive in nature (otherwise it'd be... a bit boring) and I'm not American, so most of my knowledge about the Wild West comes from sources of different kinds and sadly not locally. Though if anythings wildly inaccurate (to the point where fiction doesn't excuse the inaccuracy) I'm 100% open for corrections/sources to learn from!

Anyway, yapping time :] Below I'll introduce every rough concept I already got for the characters depicted! (I also got Nori & Uzi sketches ready but... they're not colored yet)

[ Cynthia Morgan ]

"They say she rides with the devil." -Outsiders

Cynthia, or just known as 'Cyn', is an Outlaw that had made a name for herself. Often called "The Pale Viper" she's known for striking fast and for striking silently, often coming and going before her appearance was picked up. Some would call her a ghost, a demon, Satan's right hand, whatever fits their feeble minds, but in reality Cyn is moreso a spirit. She's said to appear on a horse as white as freshly fallen snow on an early April's morning, pestilence and death following soon. Those who see her deem her as a bad omen, while others take her visual appearence as a blessing.

[ Tessa James Elliott ]

As the first and only child of the Elliott Railway Company she's bound to be the heir of her fathers legacy... to his dismay. Though she is spoiled through her upbringing, Tessa is far from being unjust or unfair to those around her, treating people with respect even though she might not be aware that no respect in the world can remove class prejudice that seperates her family from their servants and farm hands. Her life got turned upside down when one evening a badly hurt Outlaw took shelter in their stables, being found by the young lady of the house. Expecting to be shooed away the Outlaw begged, and Tessa - with all her worry - couldn't bring herself to decline the Outlaws plea for help. It would turn out that said Outlaw was Jemima, a young cowgirl from the Plains. Nurturing her back to health Tessa finds herself enamored with the woman and her lifestyle, eventually running away from home with Jemima after getting her back to health.

[ Jemima & Nathan ]

Jemima grew up as an orphan, leaving the orphanage she was assigned to at age 16 and running off into the Plains. She was lucky despite her circumstances, following a group of wandering cowboys in search for work, proving her strenght and willingness to work in a world where women would often be seen as inferior in their physical performance. She made a name for herself, often being called "The Eye" for her great sight work, spotting dangers and game during hunting trips from further away. During her 20s she participated in a bank robbery gone wrong with the gang, causing her to be shot and injured but managing to get away, only to seek shelter at the Elliott farmhouse - and meeting Tessa.

Nathan himself is a farm hand at the Elliott estate himself. Like Jemima, he was an orphaned boy, his parents took by tuberculosis during his early childhood. After failing to be adopted he opted to find a stable job when he turned 17, running away from the orphanage to make a name for himself and some money. Luckily, he managed to meet Tessa, who was more than willing to put in a good word with her parents to allow Nathan to work on their farm. Proving himself, Nathan was able to keep the position... until a certain Outlaw crossed his way.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Iost this one somewhere in my drafts, but this is in answer to the anon whose ask was along the lines of What are your thoughts on Thomas and Percy?

Classic Third Era (see below). Lookit Perce's sad face. Lookit how they nerfed my unsinkable boy. Or maybe Percy's just getting old and that's why he's constantly pouting to Thomas? 🤭

I think the most intriguing part of 1+6 is when we have to reconcile TVS - where they are bffs, best bros, etc. - and RWS - where the Ffarquhar trio is very much a trio and, if anything, Percy seems to gel a bit more with Toby than with Thomas. (Percy and Toby are usually laughing together. Percy and Thomas are usually squabbling.)

I tend to just use the latter-series TVS portrayal and connect it on the end of the RWS timeline. Like connext blocks.

~1927-~1955: Percy arrives as Tidmouth station pilot, Thomas runs his branch line 🤔

~1955-~1991: Thomas, Percy, and Toby are in their classic Ffarquhar line era 💖

~1991-???: Expansion of the railway, the fleet, and TTTE fame - the Thomas and Percy BEST FRIENDSHIP era 🎬

The second period is self-explanatory and obvious from the text.

The third period feels... kinda performative. I've spoken elsewhere of my interpretation of Thomas's character shift (seen most clearly in Season 3 of the TV series): I think he realised just how big a deal he was, fame-wise; felt a genuine and somewhat insecure sense that now he had a duty to be A Good Role Model; kinda laid it on too thick in some ways but that's just his fundamental character, this is the sort of thing he takes seriously. <3 I've joked before about how this is the era where Thomas acquires a Word of the Day calendar. But it's not a joke... He definitely has been using one.

Anyway the third era feels a lot like him and Percy consciously using their own relationship to model Friendship Lessons for the Children. It's sincere and it's sweet and it's... kinda funny because it's really not them. Like they are ride-and-die for each other. But in this era they're always "on" (there's a camera or an adoring kid fan everywhere!) and they keep trying to saw off their own rough edges and it's just not who they really are (esp. Percy). But dammit they are both gonna try to be Positive Influences.

The first period is by far the most intriguing. That's over 20 years where, honestly, I don't see any sign that the two are particularly close... and I don't wish to imagine they were, either. There are many other engines on this railway, remember; I'm perfectly fine with these two only really starting to buddy it up once Percy is no longer tethered to the Big Station.

And it's really interesting to try to fill in that gap. What must they have thought of each other at first? (They seem to have such vastly different life experiences.) Did Thomas do his classic TVS "irrational jealousy" thing with Percy? (I think so!)

I like to think Percy was sometimes baffled at how sheltered Thomas was and had to teach him all sorts of new curse words.

I like to think Thomas thought Percy was really funny with his lightning-fast switches to sweet and innocent around human staff and a cheeky little ***** to the big engines. I think Thomas probably got humbled a couple times, trying to boss Percy around and discovering it wasn't so easy for HIM to do. (Eventually the big engines are bossing Percy around but it took them literally over twenty years before they wore him down.)

I also think Percy was better at expressing sympathy than Thomas and Thomas definitely got jealous sometimes when he saw Percy saying nice things to HIS friends - like just right to their faces, without cracking a joke at the same time - which Thomas at the time was just not capable of doing. And he'd hate that.

I have a bit of a headcanon that during WWII there was a period where Thomas and Percy had to swap assignments. The shunting work would have been too heavy for Percy - Thomas had to be recalled to the job. He didn't take it out on Percy though, it was the war and there was real danger in the air and everything, Thomas just did his bit, in fact once he saw the danger he felt it was right that he was there and not Percy. But he was still very depressed by it - his world on the verge of destruction and he's stuck back in the shunting yards all the while. And Percy felt bad about it, too (though he's always, I think, quicker to bounce back than Thomas is).

Ultimately what I wrote about these two long ago still stands: Thomas had a long-unmet big-brother complex where he needs to be needed, Percy had long-unmet little-brother complex where he just wanted to be bloody looked after for once. So it's interesting to try to flesh out this early era before 1955, when they were both slowly unraveling each other and finding these hidden parts of themselves that actually fit together SO. WELL.

Sometimes... a little too well!

[esperfruit]

And last but not least, the Narrow Gauge Squad!

Skarloey Fletcher

Age: 64 (at disappearance)

Height: 165 cm

Rheneas Fletcher

Age: 61 (at disappearance)

Height: 167 cm

Falcon "Sir Handel" Hughes

Age: 35

Height: 170 cm

Stuart "Peter Sam" Kerr

Age: 35

Height: 168 cm

A quartet from Wales that now runs the Blue Mountain Quarry. Decades ago the Fletcher brothers ran a narrow gauge line, called the Mid Sodor Railway alongside Duke England until Skarloey and Rheneas disappeared without a trace. Unable to run the railway by his own, Duke retired and returned home to Wales and told stories to the local children. Two of them were Falcon and Stuart, who were inspired to work on a railway themselves when they grow up. One day the young men could not find Duke anymore but still pursued their goals.

When the Fletcher brothers suddenly reappeared as pseudo-spririts and the news arrived the mainland, despite attempts to cover up this supernatural phenomenon, Falcon and Stuart, now calling themselves "Sir Handel" and "Peter Sam" left their workplace, the Talyllyn Railway to be transfered to Sodor.

Skarloey is a friendly elderly man, who enjoys his works just as much as he used to but he can also be very authoritarian and can send fear into other with his deep booming voice. His younger brother Rheneas had a reputation as being gallant thanks to his work ethic and looks after Peter Sam.

Sir Handel is pompous, grumpy and competitive and with how his engine can pull tiny express trains, his demeanor can be easily compared to Gordon, he also hates to be mistaken for a relative of James just for sharing the same last name.

Peter Sam is polite, optimistic and easy to please as he often does not need much to be happy. He is one of the few drivers who can handle trucks flawlessly. He is a bit gulliable and can take teasing a bit too literal. His engine is something he is very protective of and was very upset when its funnel got destroyed in an accident.

Duncan Barclay

Age: 29 cm

Height: 175 cm

A former factory worker with a foul mouth and a bad attitude. He doesn't have much appreciation for passangers and just wants to get his job done. Duncan doesn't really like to work to begin with and only gets along with Rusty, who can motivate him to get through the day without getting into any fights. He likes rock'n roll and jokingly liked to call his engine's occassional wobbeling that.

Rusty Hornsby

Age: 26

Height: 162 cm

A maintenance worker at the Blue Mountain Quarry. Rusty is seen in a good mood most of the time and loves to help others out with their skills. They not only can repair engines and rails but are also skilled at medical care in case someone did get injured. Rusty and and Duncan are very close to each others despite their opposite personalities. They were a bit cautious to work at a mountain at first because of an incident they had with a boulder once.

Luke Stuart

Age: 22

Height: 159 cm

A young man from Ireland that came to Sodor to work there but went into hiding for a while after he was involved in an incident, where he thought to have accidentily killed Victor. Luke hated himself for thinking of himself as a murderer and looked for shelter at the Blue Mountain Quarry, where Skarloey and the others helped to hide and protect him. He was more than relieved to finally learn Victor is alive and holds no ill-will towards Luke and is now an official Sodor resident, driving a tiny green narrow gauge engine. Luke is very shy and timid and also self-councious about how short he is. He used to get picked on a lot back in Ireland and now tries to get over his insecurities.

[you-are-valid-and-deserve-love]

The thing that really gets me about humanity is the kindness that follows tragedy and coming together as a community and loving each other

When the Titanic sank, the Carpathia raced to provide any help they could. They didn't have to, certainly, no one expected them to, but they did

and when the Mont Blanc exploded in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada one man Patrick Coleman went back to his post to warn the railways to stop the trains preventing hundreds from dying

on 9/11 there were 38 planes that had nowhere to land so the Air traffic controllers had them land in Canada in a small town called Gander and all the people there banded together to provide shelter and food for all the 6,000+ passengers on the planes

in a small town in Minnesota, USA 20 people lined up to give CPR to a man who had had a heart attack until paramedics could arrive and saved his life because of it

thousands of years ago somebody cared for a person who had broken their leg, which would usually be a fatal injury, and nursed them back to health

every tragedy has a kindness in it, people helping others in the face of loneliness, desperation, and destruction

and then there is the kindness we show when no huge tragedy has happened but life has happened instead

An adult in the time of King Tut made in him a tunic with ducks on it and a chest with ducks and sandals and earrings with ducks because he loved them so much

people take time out of their day to help an old person cross the street

chasing after somebody because they dropped something and you are trying desperately to return it

leaving food for homeless people

caring for others through an illness

and then there is the community

humans banding together

singing together, a sad tragic song and making it happy and soothing because they are singing it together

humans coming together to let someone buy back their farm at auction

helping one another, being kind and loving each other in the face of tradegy and despair this is what it means to be human

[engko1]

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[poem-today]

A poem by Robert Burns (for Burns Night)

Oh Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast

Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee: Or did misfortune’s bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a’, to share it a’.

Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desart were a Paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi thee to reign, wi thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Glossary

lea = meadow airt = the direction, or quarter, of the wind blaw = blow bield = shelter

Note: Robert Burns composed this song in honour of Jessie Lewars (1778-1855), a friend of the family, who nursed him during his final illness and, from January 1796, helped his wife, Jean Armour, with their many children. As he was rarely able to leave his room, Jessy rendered invaluable services in helping Mrs. Burns nurse her husband. The poet could not repay her kindness in money so he asked what her favourite song was. She sang a song which was popular at the time and which told of a wren describing how he would never let the robin stay out in the cold if he had “an auld clout” to wrap him in. Burns wrote these new words to the same tune.

Image: "O, wert thou in the cauld blast" by the Scottish sculptor Ronald Rae is located in front of the Milton Keynes central railway station.

[thepaleys]

The Paleys Return to Russia

In January 1912, Grand Duke Paul returned to favor with Emperor Nicholas II. After more than a decade of exile, the latter, on the eve of the celebrations of the tercentenary of the Romanov dynasty, finally decided to forgive the disobedience of his uncle, the only surviving brother of his father, Alexander III. To legitimize this decision, he named him, by imperial ukase, honorary leader of the seventy-ninth Kourinsky infantry regiment.

Quite naturally, from then on, the Grand Duke wished to leave France in order to return definitively to Russia with his family. During the same year, he went to Tsarskoye-Sélo – where the Tsar and his family resided –, in order to have a palace built there. Inspired by his home in Boulogne-sur-Seine, it was built and decorated by workers who came especially from France and was not yet completed when the family moved in May 1914.

The furniture arrived by train from their Parisian home, the paintings, the display cases, all the objects bought during trips to Italy, Germany...

For Natalie, then almost nine years old and who, until that moment had only left Boulogne to travel to Bavaria, to Biarritz - they spent several weeks each year in their Villa Coquette - or to spa towns like Vichy, such a journey was a real adventure. Of all her familiar entourage, only Miss Theureau and Miss White accompanied Natalie to her new life. Nothing could have prepared her to face this country, both archaic and wonderfully civilized.

"One morning, we were horrified to see, along the Volga, a group of peasant women, strapped like prisoners, trying to haul a barge with great difficulty; the next day, when we returned from a sleigh ride in a countryside dazzling with whiteness, a servant rushed to dust the snow from our clothes with a brush reserved for this only use. That was his only function," recalled Irina Paley.

We can easily imagine her amazement upon discovering Saint Petersburg, where Natalie stayed for a while in her father's palace at the English Embankment, while the family waited to move to Tsarskoye-Sélo. (...) When she arrived in Tsarskoye Selo - the railway linking the Tsar's village to Saint Petersburg, completed in 1837, was the first to be built in Russia - the memory of Pushkin was still ever present (...)

The residence of Grand Duke Paul was surrounded by a French garden and a black wrought iron gate where the letter P. in Cyrillic was inlaid in a series of gilded bronze medallions surmounted by an imperial crown. Lanterns decorated with acanthus leaves were lit - the town had been the first in all of Europe to receive electricity - from dusk and provided an iridescent light on the snow in winter.

A series of salons - the Countess of Hohenfelsen organized the lives of her family from the pink salon for which she had brought all his favorite objects - a ballroom which was never used, a ceremonial dining room - pieces of silverware sparkled in the windows and crystals from the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries shone and of course a spacious library... such was the new setting in which Natalie now moved.

The return to Russia was an opportunity for her to discover a large, almost unknown family: her maternal grandmother, Olga Vassilievna Meszaros, whom everyone called Babaka, her half-sisters Marianne and Olga, as well as their brother Alexandre, without forgetting her cousins the Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Marie and Anastasia, daughters of Emperor Nicholas II. (...)

They met at church or on walks, either in the gardens of the Alexander Palace, which formerly sheltered elk and wild boars intended for hunting parties organized to entertain the court, or in the park of the Grand Palace, where a delightful Chinese Theater red and gold, a whim of Catherine II, rose among the pines.

During the first weeks, life resumed its normal course. Every Sunday, Natalie and her parents attended mass as always, most often at the Féodorovski Sobor, where the sovereigns also went. The little girl met her godfather there, Grand Duke Nicholas Mikhailovich, and many of their acquaintances.

"Natalie Paley: princesse en exil" - Jean Noel Liaut

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Summaries under the cut

Damar by Robin McKinley

This is the story of Corlath, golden-eyed king of the Free Hillfolk, son of the sons of the Lady Aerin.

And this is the story of Harry Crewe, the Homelander orphan girl who became Harimad-sol, King's Rider, and heir to the Blue Sword, Gonturan, that no woman had wielded since the Lady Aerin herself bore it into battle.

And this is the song of the kelar of the Hillfolk, the magic of the blood, the weaver of destinies...

The Railway Children by E. Nesbit

In this much-loved children's classic first published in 1906, the comfortable lives of three well-mannered siblings are greatly altered when, one evening, two men arrive at the house and take their father away. With the family's fortunes considerably reduced in his absence, the children and their mother are forced to live in a simple country cottage near a railway station. There the young trio—Roberta, Peter, and young Phyllis—befriend the porter and station master.

The youngsters' days are filled with adventure and excitement, including their successful attempt to avert a horrible train disaster; but the mysterious disappearance of their father continues to haunt them.

Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George

Alone and lost—on the North Slope of Alaska

Miyax rebels against a home situation she finds intolerable. She runs away toward San Francisco, toward her pen pal, who calls her Julie. But soon Miyax is lost in the Alaskan wilderness, without food, without even a compass. Slowly she is accepted by a pack of Arctic wolves, and she comes to love them as though they were her brothers. With their help, and drawing on her father’s training, she struggles day by day to survive. In the process, she is forced to rethink her past, and to define for herself the traditional riches of Eskimo life: intelligence, fearlessness, and love.

The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall

The Penderwick sisters busily discover the summertime magic of Arundel estate’s sprawling gardens, treasure-filled attic, tame rabbits, and the cook who makes the best gingerbread in Massachusetts. Best of all is Jeffrey Tifton, son of Arundel’s owner, the perfect companion for their adventures. Icy-hearted Mrs. Tifton is less pleased with the Penderwicks than Jeffrey, and warns the new friends to stay out of trouble. Is that any fun? For sure the summer will be unforgettable.

The Harper Hall of Pern by Anne McCaffrey

For centuries, the world of Pern has faced a destructive force known as Thread. But the number of magnificent dragons who have protected this world and the men and women who ride them are dwindling.

As fewer dragons ride the winds and destruction falls from the sky, Menolly has only one to sing, play, and weave the music that comes to her so easily—she wishes to become a Harper. But despite her great talents, her father believes that a young girl is unworthy of such a respected position and forbids her to pursue her dreams. So Menolly runs away, taking shelter in a cave by the sea. Miraculously, she happens upon nine fire lizards that could possibly save her world...and change her life forever.

Secret Series by Pseudonymous Bosch

Warning: this description has not been authorized by Pseudonymous Bosch.

As much as he'd love to sing the praises of his book (he is very vain), he wouldn't want you to hear about his brave 11-year old heroes, Cass and Max-Ernest. Or about how a mysterious box of vials, the Symphony of Smells, sends them on the trail of a magician who has vanished under strange (and stinky) circumstances. And he certainly wouldn't want you to know about the hair-raising adventures that follow and the nefarious villains they face. You see, not only is the name of this book secret, the story inside is, too. For it concerns a secret. A Big Secret.

Mr. Lemoncello's Library by Chris Grabenstein

Kyle Keeley is the class clown, popular with most kids, (if not the teachers), and an ardent fan of all games: board games, word games, and particularly video games. His hero, Luigi Lemoncello, the most notorious and creative gamemaker in the world, just so happens to be the genius behind the building of the new town library.

Lucky Kyle wins a coveted spot to be one of the first 12 kids in the library for an overnight of fun, food, and lots and lots of games. But when morning comes, the doors remain locked. Kyle and the other winners must solve every clue and every secret puzzle to find the hidden escape route. And the stakes are very high.

Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink

Caddie Woodlawn is a real adventurer. She'd rather hunt than sew and plow than bake, and tries to beat her brother's dares every chance she gets. Caddie is friends with Indians, who scare most of the neighbors -- neighbors who, like her mother and sisters, don't understand her at all.

Caddie is brave, and her story is special because it's based on the life and memories of Carol Ryrie Brink's grandmother, the real Caddie Woodlawn.

Pendragon by D. J. MacHale

BOBBY PENDRAGON is a seemingly normal fourteen-year-old boy. He has a family, a home, and even Marley, his beloved dog. But there is something very special about Bobby.

He is going to save the world.

And not just Earth as we know it. Bobby is slowly starting to realize that life in the cosmos isn't quite what he thought it was. And before he can object, he is swept off to an alternate dimension known as Denduron, a territory inhabited by strange beings, ruled by a magical tyrant, and plagued by dangerous revolution.

If Bobby wants to see his family again, he's going to have to accept his role as savior, and accept it wholeheartedly. Because, as he is about to discover, Denduron is only the beginning....

Goodnight Mr. Tom by Michelle Magorian

The gruff and surly Mr Thomas Oakley is less than pleased when he is landed with a scrawny little city boy as a guest, but because it is compulsory that each villager takes in an evacuee he reluctantly agrees. It soon becomes obvious to Mister Tom that young Willie Beech is hiding something, and as the pair begin to form an unlikely bond and Willie grows in stature and in confidence he begins to forget the past. But when he has to return to war-torn London to face his mother again he retreats into his shy and awkward ways once more.

[les-portes-du-sud]

The dream is over!

This is what was written in the editorial of the Israeli newspaper *Haaretz*, entitled: "The Palestinians are the best people on Earth to defend their homeland".

Do you believe that an editorial in the largest Israeli newspaper today is telling the truth about the Palestinians, by claiming that they are among the best people on Earth who have stood up to defend their rights after 75 years, as if they were one man?

Here is the editorial of the Israeli *Haaretz* translated into Arabic:

Among the few things that testify to a living conscience, and what flourishes most in intellectual freedom, and what is most fruitful in the margins of optimism, read what the writer says:

During the war on Gaza and the launch of missiles by the resistance against us, our losses every three days exceed $912 million, due to aircraft sorties, the cost of Patriot missiles, the refueling of vehicles, as well as the consumption of ammunition and missiles of all kinds, not to mention the disruptions in trade, the fall of the stock market, the shutdown of most institutions and construction sites, the total shutdown of agriculture, industry and trade, the death of poultry on farms, estimated at tens of millions of dollars, the shutdown of some airports, some railway lines, the cost of feeding refugees in shelters, not to mention the destruction in homes, shops, cars and factories due to the rockets of the Palestinian resistance.

We are suffering a war that we started, lit and ignited, but we are not the ones leading it, and certainly not the ones who will end it. As for its end, it will certainly not be to our advantage, especially with the Arab cities in Israel that surprised everyone with this massive revolution against us, after we believed that they had lost their Palestinian compass.

This is a sign of misfortune for the state, whose politicians have understood that their calculations were all wrong and that their policies required a much broader vision than they had imagined.

As for the Palestinians, they are truly the owners of the land.

And who else but the owners of the land would defend their land, their property and their children with such pride, defiance and determination?

And I, as a Jew, challenge that an entire State of Israel show this belonging, this anchoring and this deep root to the land.

If our people were truly attached to the land of Palestine, we would not have seen this mass emigration of Jews in the airports, who have been rushing to flee since the beginning of the war, after we inflicted our suffering on the Palestinians through murders, prisons, sieges, separations and drowning them in drugs and invading their thoughts with absurdities that distance them from their religion, such as freedom, atheism, doubt about Islam, corruption and homosexuality.

But what is strange is that one of these individuals, although addicted to drugs, stands up to defend his land and his al-Aqsa mosque, as if he were a sheikh wearing a turban and shouting:

"Allah Akbar".

In addition to this, they know what awaits them: humiliation, arrests of some of them, and yet they have never hesitated to go to pray at the Al-Aqsa Mosque.

Ironically, armies of entire countries with all their equipment did not dare to do what the Palestinian resistance accomplished in a few days, after the mask fell on the Israeli soldier, who is no longer invincible, and who is killed and captured.

As long as Tel Aviv has felt the rockets of the resistance, it is better to abandon our illusory dream of a "Greater Israel".

The Palestinians must have a neighboring state with which we make peace, and we, likewise, make peace with it. This is the only way to prolong our presence on this land for a few more years.

I think that, even after a thousand years, if we manage to remain as a Jewish state for another ten years, there will come a day when we will have to pay the entire bill.

For the Palestinian will be reborn again and again, and this time he will come on horseback, heading for “Tel Aviv.”

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[kamogryadeshi]

At night, Russia attacked Ukraine with rockets and missiles — about 20 targets were destroyed by Ukrainian air defense over Kyiv.

In the Darnytskyi district of Kyiv, fragments of a rocket hit the roof of the Aushan shopping center, and in the Shevchenkivskyi district — on an enterprise, previously killing two security guards.

The Kyiv City Military Administration reported that as a result of an enemy missile attack in Kyiv, two security guards of the enterprise, young men - 26 and 36 years old, were killed.

Also, three people were injured of varying degrees of severity

In the Kyiv region, more than 6 private houses were destroyed by falling debris, three people were injured.

As a result of the fire, a 69-year-old woman received burns, and two men were also injured, the head of the regional police, Andrii Nyebytov, said.

Also in Kyiv region, rocket debris fell on a cemetery, and a fire broke out

Also, in one of the districts of the region, private houses were damaged as a result of falling rocket fragments. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

In another locality, a two-story building was damaged due to an attack by martyrs. Rescuers are now localizing the fire. Thanks to the timely transition of the watchman to the shelter, it was possible to avoid victims.

In Zhytomyr region, an infrastructure object and a railway line were damage