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[sonntam]

I don't think I've seen a write-up on various fairy-tale and Russian sayings references in the English translation, so I'd like to make one.

"Puddles make poor drinks" and "Gorkhon water will turn you into livestock": what's up with that?

There is a fairytale about a big sister and the little brother. They walk for a long time and the brother is very thirsty. His big sister keeps telling him to keep going and not to drink from the puddles, like a goat. Eventually the little brother drinks from the puddle.

And promptly turns into a goat.

Rest of the fairytale is about the big sister returning the little brother to his original form.

So, this is where the talks about puddles and water turning you into livestock is about.

The Akela joke did not work at all in the translation.

It comes from Mowgli, which is well known due to the USSR cartoon. In the book (and in the cartoon) the elderly wolf leader Akela misses during a hunt... after which he promptly is deposed as a leader of the pack. Mowgli loses his protection and this is a Big Deal.

So whenever a boss in real life makes a silly mistake (say, throwing a paperball into the bin and missing) everyone thinks it's very funny to say "Akela missed!" implying that they will get a new boss now and the current one will get deposed for this mistake.

Here "Akela never misses" means that Khan being at risk of infection and coming into the nutshell does not diminish his importance at all and his dogheads are just as loyal as before, happily delivering loot to him.

There is a saying: "Better a sparrow in hand, than a stork in the sky."

It means that you should treasure what you have, instead of preferring that which you can't get (so easily).

Lara Ravel references that she can't be happy with the little she has. She wants to help others and for this she needs more.

"Maybe I could be useful to you" is a classic thing that various animals say to people in fairytales, once they are caught and plead for their lives.

I think, this is a popular trope in English fairytales as well, but the phrasing here is lifted directly from fairytales in Russian, so pointing it out either way.

"Everyone's shirt is closer to their skin" is a well known Russian saying.

It means that your happiness and comfort is always more important to you than the comfort of other people. Hence: your shirt is closer to your skin, so you care about it more.

"Silence implies assent" is another popular saying (it even rhymes in Russian).

If someone proposes a course of action and no one speaks out against it or for it, then people usually say "silence is a sign of assent" and consider the matter settled. (Or, more often, people then suddenly say that they disagree and you get a more lively and productive conversation.)

I can't find another screenshot, but Dankovsky says something similar about "I wore down seven pairs of shoes getting to this town".

It obviously could be taken as a factual statement, but most likely it's a reference to fairytales.

In a lot of fairytales the protagonist will be given on a long journey seven pairs of iron boots. Once all of them break, the hero has reached his destination.

Same here: it's a fairytale way of saying that you had a long and arduous journey (or in Capella's case, ran around the whole town for years).

"I'll just peek with one eye" is another popular Russian phrase.

"Can I look?"

"No"

"How about if I look with just one eye?"

Obviously, it's nonsense, but it's a typical thing to say if you REALLY want to look at something, so you just say "pleeeease, I will just look only a little".

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me since april 19th

[keirahknightley]

Costume appreciation series: Barbie (2023) dir Greta Gerwig

Costume Design by Jacqueline Durran

[lady-arryn]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 APPRECIATION WEEK day 1 — dragons

[sonntam]

German Version:

Wirklich, ich lebe in finsteren Zeiten!

Das arglose Wort ist töricht. Eine glatte Stirn Deutet auf Unempfindlichkeit hin. Der Lachende Hat die furchtbare Nachricht Nur noch nicht empfangen.

Was sind das für Zeiten, wo Ein Gespräch über Bäume fast ein Verbrechen ist Weil es ein Schweigen über so viele Untaten einschließt! Der dort ruhig über die Straße geht Ist wohl nicht mehr erreichbar für seine Freunde Die in Not sind?

Es ist wahr: ich verdiene noch meinen Unterhalt Aber glaubt mir: das ist nur ein Zufall. Nichts Von dem, was ich tue, berechtigt mich dazu, mich satt zu essen. Zufällig bin ich verschont. (Wenn mein Glück aussetzt Bin ich verloren.)

Man sagt mir: iß und trink du! Sei froh, daß du hast! Aber wie kann ich essen und trinken, wenn Ich es dem Hungernden entreiße, was ich esse, und Mein Glas Wasser einem Verdurstenden fehlt? Und doch esse und trinke ich.

Ich wäre gerne auch weise In den alten Büchern steht, was weise ist: Sich aus dem Streit der Welt halten und die kurze Zeit Ohne Furcht verbringen Auch ohne Gewalt auskommen Böses mit Gutem vergelten Seine Wünsche nicht erfüllen, sondern vergessen Gilt für weise. Alles das kann ich nicht: Wirklich, ich lebe in finsteren Zeiten!

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In die Städte kam ich zu der Zeit der Unordnung Als da Hunger herrschte. Unter die Menschen kam ich zu der Zeit des Aufruhrs Und ich empörte mich mit ihnen. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Mein Essen aß ich zwischen den Schlachten Schlafen legt ich mich unter die Mörder Der Liebe pflegte ich achtlos Und die Natur sah ich ohne Geduld. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Die Straßen führten in den Sumpf zu meiner Zeit Die Sprache verriet mich dem Schlächter Ich vermochte nur wenig. Aber die Herrschenden Saßen ohne mich sicherer, das hoffte ich. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Die Kräfte waren gering. Das Ziel Lag in großer Ferne Es war deutlich sichtbar, wenn auch für mich Kaum zu erreichen. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

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Ihr, die ihr auftauchen werdet aus der Flut In der wir untergegangen sind Gedenkt Wenn ihr von unseren Schwächen sprecht Auch der finsteren Zeit Der ihr entronnen seid.

Gingen wir doch, öfter als die Schuhe die Länder wechselnd Durch die Kriege der Klassen, verzweifelt Wenn da nur Unrecht war und keine Empörung.

Dabei wissen wir ja: Auch der Haß gegen die Niedrigkeit Verzerrt die Züge. Auch der Zorn über das Unrecht Macht die Stimme heiser. Ach, wir Die wir den Boden bereiten wollten für Freundlichkeit Konnten selber nicht freundlich sein.

Ihr aber, wenn es soweit sein wird Daß der Mensch dem Menschen ein Helfer ist Gedenkt unsrer Mit Nachsicht.

Bertolt Brecht, To Those Born Later [from ‘Later Svendborg Poems and Satires 1936-1938’], in Bertolt Brecht: ‘Poems’, Edited by John Willett and Ralph Manheim, with the co-operation of Erich Fried, Eyre Methuen, London, 1976, pp. 318-320

[galedekarios]

Gale + Being Chosen

"I'm what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age, could not only control the Weave, but compose it, much like a musician or a poet. Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady of Mysteries. The goddess Mystra. She revealed herself to me and became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later, even my lover."

"I know what it is to have a closer connection than most with the gods."

[gojuo]

Remember what they're taking from you

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[eddiediaaz]

Oliver Stark about Buck/Eddie on the Zach Sang Show (04.19.2024) [x]

[sonntam]

... was it though? You need to remember that the amount of food any family farmed had to be enough to last them through winter. You did not stop when it was "enough", you continued for as long as possible.

You did not just grow grain, you also grew all the vegetables that you need for both now in summer and to be pickled in winter. You did all the repairs that could not be done in winter. You also had to make sure you would get clothes (so, non-stop weaving) and then there were the nine kids.

Even with communal efforts, none of this is easy or requires a small amount of time.

You literally only get more leisure time in winter and that is because you need to conserve energy (once again, you may still not have enough food to last the winter and every cold could be your last).

I don't think you can really compare farming even 50 years ago to what farming used to be. Even the year 1900 had much better crops and techniques in terms of farming than 500 years ago. That stuff used to have lower yield and higher amount of work that it required. (And if you failed, have fun starving.)

suppressing unbecoming fantasies of making everyone who blithely talks like this spend a couple seasons spinning/weaving all their family's clothing and chopping their own firewood

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

i hadn't gotten around to watching staged 3 before good omens 2, and now i can't get over how great michael and david are together

[sonntam]

Chapter 1 of God of War "Lore and Legends": (part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

This section gathers some journal entries I wrote before Mother died and we took her ashes to the four-finger peak in Jötunheim.

I was only six when she first handed me a leather-bound sheaf of blank pages. She told me how important it is to leave stories behind as you move through life. Then she explained how my first two years of writing would be “practice”.

Sure enough, when I turned eight, we had a ceremony. Mother made her rosemary venison stew (my favorite) on the fire pit, and then we tossed my practice pages — all of them — into the flames.

I was a little sad about that, but it also made me excited to start my real journal.

—

Funny, I remember Father sitting in the corner with a frown.

He never really understood the purpose of Mother’s lessons, or all this writing stuff. I admit that I didn’t either back then, but I didn’t care because doing things with Mother was always fun.

We could just gather wild herbs in the woods, and it was an adventure! Every night she told tales of the nine realms, even when I was so sick with fever I couldn’t sit up straight. When I closed my eyes, I saw animals, dragons, giant serpents, angry gods, great ships and armies, and wolves who chased the sun and the moon across the sky.

As I read through these old pages now, I hear Mother’s low voice. I hear the prayer she taught me:

[Runes I am not transcribing]

Here’s the translation, if you can’t read runes: Lo, There do I see my Father Lo, There do I see my Mother and My Brothers and my Sisters Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning Lo, They do call to me They bid me take my place among them. Where thine enemies have been vanquished Where the brave shall live Forever Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.

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I spoke a version of this prayer when I touched Mother for the last time in our hut as Father built the pyre outside.

I was sad… sadder than I’d ever felt… sadder than I could ever feel again, I’m sure of that. Everything hurt inside and it felt cold. But when I touched her and said “Lo, there do I see my Mother,” I closed my eyes and saw Mother holding her hand out, waiting for me.

It’s hard to explain. She looked happy, and I knew that look in her eyes, the one she always got before lessons began. She’d say, “Come on, Atreus. You have much to learn, and time is shorter than you think.” I knew then that she was ready to go.

I guess I sort of knew, even then, that Mother would guide us to the Mountain somehow. But now, as I reread these entries, I wonder: What about this long, dark Fimbulwinter, with all the strange things moving in the woods?

Did she know all this was coming? If so, did her lessons prepare me for this, too?

Masterpost with God of War "Lore and Legends" transcriptions.

[imironstark]

I think it's you that's changed. How so? I think I know why we still meet here, century after century. It's not because you want to see whether or not I'm ready to seek death. I don't think I'll ever seek death. By now, you know that about me. So, I think you're here for something else. And what might that be? Friendship.

How's he faring up after all this time? Who? Hob Gadling? Hmm. I don't know. I was forced to miss our last appointment. Well, I'm sure he'd love to see you.

THE SANDMAN 1.06: “The Sound of Her Wings"

[moonlightsdreaming]

SAILOR MOON X NAMCO

[dimpleskinard]

9-1-1 → 7x06 “There goes the groom”

[why-i-love-comics]

Action Comics #1069 - "In Love. At Work." (2024)

written by Rainbow Rowell art by Cian Tormey & Romulo Fajardo, Jr.

[lady-arryn]

LOTRWEEK 2024 Day 1 — the road goes ever on