#sbiten's art

[amalia-uwu]

Oh!! Thank you!! So much! 💕

Your explanation helped me a lot! Thank you for your time and everything!! 💕 Have a great time! 😁💙

Hello!!!

I am aware of many things that are wrong here, the paper is cut uneven (sorry!)

I uhm I hope my next try would be better!!

I uhm, IHOPEYOUENJOY!!!

With love Amalia!! 💕

- oh, drawing and gifts! it is so cute of you! thank you so much!

- mmm, and as I promised, here are some tips on how to write these two letters in my language as a bonus, heh

To write the letter "б" first just write the English "b" Then just add a horizontal stick on top. And now the letter is ready!

Or a lowercase variant of writing this letter. First we draw a circle. Then we add a loop, like a note. And our letter is ready!

To write the letter "д" I will first draw a small table. Then add a triangle or an upside down checkmark on top. And the letter is written!

Or if you want a lowercase version, then we need to draw a circle again. Then add a loop at the bottom. This option is similar to the letter "g" in urgent English or the number 9 only with a connected tail.

Only now I realized that both of these letters, in lowercase form, look like little notes, heh

I hope these explanations help someone if someone wants to write something!

[sketchmenot-art]

Sergei Dragunov - Mellow Listening

Drew Sergei Dragunov from TEKKEN enjoying some warm sbiten and listening to some nice tunes on his radiola~🎶

I made a music playlist inspired by Dragunov to listen to during matches or when I’m drawing him to really get me in the zone and because he’s my fave. ✨

I was inspired by the song Если Б Не Глаза Твои (If Not For Your Eyes) by Vladimir Troshin while working on this piece. Very lovely song. I like to imagine that Dragunov’s singing voice sounds like Troshin’s. 🪽

Vladimir Troshin - Если Б Не Глаза Твои (If Not For Your Eyes)

Done with Clip Studio Paint EX July 2024

[bluedovee]

you feel that someone is gently touching your hand, but when you look back you don't notice anyone

you go back to your business, but you feel the gaze on you

you turn around, but look below this time and notice a gift

a small speck of Dust visited you and left a gift

«Merry Christmas to you! 🩵🎄✨»

WAAAA I'm a little behind on my asks but this is adorable ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

THANK YOU!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU TOO!!!

I'll wear your gift on my shoulder hehe ♥

[meirimerens]

hi !!! id really like to hear some of your eva headcanons if youre willing to share :))

she's like a babygirl to meeee let me see what i have in mind rn

she's a very happy drunk/tipsy. the giggly type. it takes A Lot of alcohol to make her sad, but when she does get sad... :(

i think she's the youngest of a 3 siblings family, i'm thinking either two sisters or 1 brother 1 sister.

she loves to learn and discuss the arts (including music and poetry) sooo so much. outwardly she has that Ditzy Blonde look and can be a little childish or volatile but she truly does appreciate, truly, fully, the arts.

following that: she loves to sing and being sung to, to dance and being danced to/with.

FOLLOWING that: to me she really appreciated farkhad's company [at least how I See Him] and she loooved hearing him talk about poetry and mythology and the art of persian miniatures.

re: farkhad and her. this lol

she's a huge fan of sbiten (hence why i think she smells of it) and spiced teas and drinks in general. she would be such a fan of chai latte if it existed in 1910.

in general she loves spiced things, spicy food especially. makes hanging out with peter, who cannot stomach something any spicier than his boiled potatoes, always a trip.

you know what i think she likes chicken dishes actually... chicken dishes with all sorts of sauces... yes i'm seeing it

i think she love fucking love syrups. pomegranate syrup, peach syrup, raspberry syrups... those that are sweet and kinda "low" in taste

she's a huuuge huge fan of jewelry. sometimes she doesn't wear much, but she keeps them in her room and looks at her pieces lovingly.

to me she has pierced ears it is Incomprehensible to me that she doesn't have earrings in-game.

she's such a cat person. if she had a cat it would be very fluffy :3

all i got for now... i wuv her

[autistichwsamerica]

Day 3 - Culture

Ship: RusViet

Word Count: 588

@aphrarepairweek2021

Rain was coming down in torrents; Vietnam exchanged a look with Russia.  It looked like they’d be staying indoors for today. The world meeting--being held in London--had let out early on account of nearly everyone showing up hungover due to irresponsible drinking the previous night.

As she considered what they could do, something occurred to her.

“Vanya? You said you wanted to try a drink from my place, didn’t you?” she said. 

Russia brightened.

“Oh, yes!” he said. “And if you want to try one of my drinks, Liên, then we can make one for each other!”

Vietnam considered her boyfriend’s idea; while she had had Russian cuisine before, it was mainly in hotels or in restaurants when she visited him. It would be different to have something made by Russia himself.

Besides, not only was cultural sharing important to relations, she was just as interested in Russia’s culture as he was interested in hers.  And after lunch--bún măng vịt for her and shchi for Russia--she could go for something to drink. Vietnam nodded.

“Alright,” she said.  “How does cà phê đá sound?”

“I’m sure anything you make will be delicious, Liên,” Russia said. 

Vietnam blinked, slightly taken aback, and she felt herself lightly blushing.  Russia was always kind to her, of course, but she wasn’t known for her cuisine like France or Italy or China were.

“What?” Russia said innocently, tilting his head as he frowned in confusion.  “Was it something I said?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Vietnam said, and Russia’s smile returned to his face.  “Just--thank you, Vanya.”

Vietnam got to work on the ingredients; behind her, she heard Russia doing the same.

After she finished the drink and put the last touches on the iced coffee, she brought both to the table.  The room they were staying in had a kitchenette and a small table.  She took a seat, and a few moments later, Russia came over and placed a glass filled with a dark purple liquid in front of her.

“Sbiten,” Russia told her. “It’s based on honey mixed with water, spices, and jam.”

Vietnam took a sip of the sbiten; sweetness exploded over her tongue.

“Cà phê đá is iced coffee,” Vietnam said.  “Coffee got its start in my country when a coffee plant was brought into the north.”

She watched as Russia took a drink.

“It’s sweet,” he said.  “And tastes a little like chocolate!”

“It has a lot of condensed milk in it,” Vietnam said.  “And cacao is sometimes added during the roasting process.  How do you like it?”

“It’s very good,” Russia said.  “I don’t drink a lot of coffee, but I like this a lot!”

“Thank you,” she said.

“And you?” Russia said.  “How do you like sbiten?”

“It’s very sweet,” Vietnam said.  Apparently it was a day for sweet drinks.  “I like it.  And it’s good for a rainy day like this.”

“Yes, it’s always been a drink for the winter months,” Russia said.  “It gets cold at my house, you know.”

Something in his expression seemed to shift at that; Vietnam knew Russia didn’t like talking about his own colder weather, because it was part of the reason why he felt so isolated and alone a lot of the time.

After a moment, she spoke up again.

“Maybe you could tell me about me Palekh miniatures,” she suggested.  “And if you want, I can tell you about Đông Hồ woodcut painting.”

Russia’s face brightened with a smile.

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, teaching the other about their own art forms.

Notes:

Bún măng vịt - Vietnamese duck noodle soup with bamboo shoots

Shchi - Russian cabbage soup

Cà phê đá - Vietnamese iced coffee

Sbiten - Traditional Russian drink based on honey, water, spices, and jam

Palekh miniatures - Russian folk art handicraft of a miniature painting that orignated in Palekh, done with tempura paints on varnished articles made of papier-mâché

Đông Hồ woodcut painting - Vietnamese folk paitning originating in Đông Hồ

[marcxang]

Continuing with this little proyect, is the turn of a cold character. Full Name: Stiv Kholodnyy (Steve the Cold) Alias or Nickname: The General/White Soilder Date: Dic/19/2020 Nationality: Russia Age: 421 years Height: 5.57 Facts He born like the final proyect to the subject "Concept Art", propose a character to a mate's table game . The idea pop up from the phrase "do not invade Russia in winter ". Is a ovbiously reference/own version to "Winter General". To his desing base, I take inspiration to the alter egos from Kinnikuman's characters, Robin Mask (Mr. Barracuda) and Warsman (Kuroe). The uniform is from Russian Army in the Napolenic War, the hat, cloak and scraf were own props. Is the Olders in age Oc until now. Curious Fact: Even if to the profesor and the boss's proyect liked the concept, the profesor had a sligth dispute with the color. The only one person which he loves, is Mother Russia (his Grandmother, family love). His Favorite food is Piroshki and Sbiten (Honey Drink)

[haley2017-scstudyabroad]

Halfway Point

It’s crazy to say my time in St. Petersburg is already halfway over. Life has definitely taken on more of a routine by now and is plenty busy. There is always something to study or practice or review or write, somewhere to go, someone to talk to. Of course, I still spend some nights completely chill, cooking and hanging out with friends because I’ll go crazy if I don’t, but when I think about it, life is bit frantic right now.

I’ll go ahead and be such a cliche by saying I can’t believe my semester abroad is slipping by so fast. I keep looking at the endless list of everything I still want to do–visit the Golden Ring, day trips to Vyborg and Repino and Yelagin Island, hiking in the Urals–not to mention everything I have to do for class, and the only thing I can think to eliminate from the equation is sleep (although after four hour long lectures every day, I want to do that all the time too.) This fall in St. Petersburg has been the prettiest I’ve ever seen, and I live somewhere where the leaves actually change. I think I’ve mentioned it already, but they call it золотая осень–golden autumn–and it really is golden. But already the temperature has been dropping (30s. I pulled out the parka) and this past weekend in Novgorod we saw the first snow flurries. Winter is on its way and my time here is growing as short as the days.

I think, there’s this idea that with a midway point supposedly comes some kind of higher knowledge, newly attained throughout the time already spent, but personally I am still such a novice at living in Russia. It’s constantly apparent. Today in my favorite cafe, I chuckled quietly at a woman, obviously foreign like myself, obviously knowing limited Russian like myself, who pointed at a pastry and simply said Я хочу–I want. Aw, she doesn’t know Russian, I thought. But when my time came to order, I still stumbled over the words I say almost every day. So obviously even what I think I know I don’t know. I only know what I feel and what I’ve learned about myself via a new environment and the liminal space that comes with that–what I try to share with you here each week.

Короче (what my friend Marina taught me to say in Russian when you basically want to say ‘long story short’), despite almost two months here I can’t pretend I have the answers, any of them. But when I reflect on how I’ve spent the last two months, I’m extremely grateful and satisfied. I hope I can do the next two just as much justice, even as the days grow cold and dark, the work piles high, and I’m constantly tempted to just curl up in my door room for a nap.

Since I’m unable to impart any formal advice, I’ll supplement a list of the things I’ve loved this far (not previously blogged about), which I highly insist on doing. Not just insist, demand:

Go to Pushkin in the fall and see the ground’s of Catherine’s Palace. It’s seriously beautiful. Like I cannot believe a place like that just sits there existing in the world.

Don’t let anyone tell you Novgorod is boring. It’s quiet. Go there and be still. See the oldest functioning church and the people still praying at it after everything the city has been through. Go to the monastery and just look in silence at all the green and white and silver and blue. Walk across the bridge and drink their sweet honey drink (sbiten, сбитень) and listen to a man play Katyusha on the accordion.

Go to the world’s largest mass grave, here in St. Petersburg from WWII and the 900 day siege. See Tanya Savicheva’s notes recording when each of her family members died, until only she, a little girl, was left alone, and the candy and toys left on some of the graves, showing that children are buried there. Sergey, our cultural guide, told us that brides and grooms often come to the memorial on their wedding days to pay homage to such loss on the happiest day of their lives.

Go to Moscow. See the Red Square at night and the view from Sparrow Hills (Vorobyovy Gory, Воробьёвы го́ры). Just walk around a lot at night in general. Go to Tretyakov Gallery and see Serov’s “Girl with Peaches,” Kramskoi’s “Christ in the Desert,” Surikov’s huge “Boyarina Morozova,” and all the Repin. My favorite is “They Did Not Expect Him.”

Not necessarily very Russian, but go to Koreana and get the rice with fried kimchi. It’s my favorite.

Go to the Udelnaya flea market one weekend day and rifle through that half treasure trove, half super cheap open air goodwill. Buy a scarf for 50 rubles (essentially nothing) or some soviet era paraphernalia.

Go to the contemporary art museum Erarta. If you don’t have a phone with data, be prepared to spend awhile looking for it. Walk through the haunting and creepy cool exhibits. See the shrouded 3D model of Da Vinci’s “The Last Supper.”

Grab pyshki (пышки) and coffee. Russian donuts are just better. Also Russian ice cream. And notice how Russians keep eating ice cream even when it’s crazy cold outside.

Take a quick train ride to walk around lake 

Go to the Botanical Gardens some sunny day (before they close the grounds, if you’re there in the fall!).

Go sit in the park by St. Isaac’s where you can watch the sun set behind The Bronze Horseman. Also some night from the top of St. Isaac’s.

Eat all the pierogies and khachapuri (пироги and хачапури). Don’t be scared of street-side stands.

Go out late at night to watch the bridges open.

Go to the Hermitage one Wednesday night to watch the Peacock Clock unfold. Get there early (before 7 I think) if you really want to see it.

Drink coffee early one morning by the Neva.

Go sit at the “beach” outside of Peter and Paul Fortress. While you’re there go see inside the church where Anastasia is supposedly buried.

Check out Russia’s first eternal flame in the Field of Mars. The statue of Mars on the nearby bridge was left up during the siege because the citizens thought it was only right since Mars is the god of war. But when the siege was over the statue remained untouched.

Keep on exploring!

That last one is for me as much as anyone. My biggest regret right now is the amount of time I’ve been spending inside or in comfortable places. There is still so much to discover, but I’m getting complacent. I need to get myself back out and unfolding more of this city I have such limited time in. If only it wasn’t so cold and I wasn’t so busy. I’m still trying to master the balancing act of relaxing, experiencing, and staying on top of my work. But I’m making a new rule for myself here on out for the rest of the time to always be going somewhere new.

If you are coming and have any specific questions, please reach out and I can try to help. But for now these experiences are all I can say I know. I’m excited to say there will be plenty more to come.

View from the top of St. Isaac’s Cathedral

Bridge opening at midnight

Russia’s first eternal flame in the Field of Mars

Beach area outside of Peter Paul Fortress

The Bronze Horseman statue near St. Isaac’s Cathedral

One morning by the Neva

Botanical Garden

At the Erarta Contemporary Art Museum 

Saturday morning at the Udelnaya Flea Market

Inside the Kremlin

Red Square at Night

Sunny day at Pushkin at the grounds outside of Catherine’s Palace

Boatride in Novgorod

Novgorod Monastery 

[truffle-chocolate]

Oh my goodness

I am so happy to find you again, Sbiten. I keep thinking about you and what happened to your blogs and I hope you have a wonderful time here 💕 Here's a doodle page from my sketchbook in case you feel down, to remember that you're always welcome and feel free to reach out anytime

It took me a while to calm down. I just can't stop giggling with joy. I'm happy that I was able to stay on this site, even though it was hostile to me, heh

Wow, thanks for this art! I love everyone pictured here! And I will definitely return to this issue later to reconsider and rejoice. Спасибо большое! 🍞💛✨

Your words are just as important! And because of them, I also couldn’t calm down, because it’s really so nice to hear 🥹🥹🥹🫂🫂🫂