Статистика показывает, что большинство форумных подписей бессмысленны. (с) Геометр Теней
Вот я сейчас начал учиться спешно и в связи с этим третьи сутки не сплю. Ну так только, в автобусах да в метро всяких. Пять часов с утра понедельника в сумме набралось. А спать сейчас уже и не хочется. Доктор, это нормально?
Телец: 20.04 - 20.05 Мелочный, занудливый, подлиза и доносчик. В жизни держит нос по ветру и выполняет все указания начальства. Актер по натуре (корчит из себя альтруиста, женщина - мученицу), а на самом деле всех презирает, считая себя в глубине души центром вселенной. Любит богатство: скопидомит скрытно и неустанно. Готов снять последнюю рубашку, но не с себя, а с ближнего своего. Эгоцентрист с садистскими наклонностями, семью терроризирует с детства и до глубокой старости, хотя внешне кажется вежливым и ласковым. Не доверяет никому, даже себе. Узурпатор всех привилегий, до которых сможет дотянуться.
Статистика показывает, что большинство форумных подписей бессмысленны. (с) Геометр Теней
Ар-р-р.. Как я сегодня за автобусом бегал..
Преамбула: По понедельникам и пятницам я хожу на английский. В девять мы выходим, опаздываем на автобус 9.07, народ остается ждать следующего автобуса, а я иду пешком от филфака до Гостинки - через мост на Дворцовую и дальше.
Амбула: Попрощался я с народом, выхожу на мост.. и что же я вижу? Я вижу рогатый автобус (он еще как-то по-троллиному называется), выворачивающий на мост. Ну, думаю, ладно - пролетел, не впервой. Пригляделся - а там подозрительно знакомые лица, улыбаются и машут! Этого я стерпеть не мог.. ..и мне повезло. Бегом-бегом через мост, красный и до остановки я успел. Настала моя очередь гнусно ухмыляться =) Салон аплодировал.
Статистика показывает, что большинство форумных подписей бессмысленны. (с) Геометр Теней
текст Отец мой честный фермер был, оставил мне деньжат... А я все по ветру пустил, и пропил дом и сад. И стало медью серебро, а золото - золой. Бродягой сделали меня вино и "подкидной" !
Меня до городу довез знакомый караван, Но плохо в городе житье, когда пустой карман! Когда течет один сапог, и дождь стоит стеной, Я ковыляю по мосту,горбатый и хмельной !
Я мог бы честным жить трудом, я мог бы стать шутом, Смешить детей своим горбом, пугать беззубым ртом, И за кормежку и ночлег в портовом кабаке Пиликать простенький мотив в дурацком колпаке!
Отец мой честный фермер был, оставил мне деньжат... А я все по ветру пустил, и пропил дом и сад. И стало медью серебро, а золото - золой. Бродягой сделали меня вино и "подкидной" !
Я карлик слабый и больной, подкиньте мне монет! А нет - я к вам приду домой, когда вас дома нет, И, может, ножичком пырну, укрыв лицо плащом Во тьме, на улочке кривой, под проливным дождем...
(c) The Dartz
мой перевод My dad an honest farmer was, his house was once mine, But I abandoned his cause and squandered it just fine. And all the gold was turned to ash, and silver was all spent By wine and gambling I became a tramp without a tent.
I've travelled to the city then with buddy's caravan, But hard is city life to me, an empty-pocket man. When it is pouring cats and dogs and one of my boots leaks I'm hobbling slowly down the lane and hear only rat squeaks.
I can a good buffoon be, an honest living earn, Can make the children laugh at me and adults ever-stern, And for a board and lodging in a sordid dockside inn Could stay in fool's cap there and play untuned violin.
My dad an honest farmer was, his house was once mine, But I abandoned his cause and squandered it just fine. And all the gold was turned to ash, and silver was all spent By wine and gambling I became a tramp without a tent.
Gimme a coin, I'm old and cold, ya see - I'm far from stout, Or I'll pay visit to your place when you're going out. And maybe I'll stab ya with knife, my face hidden by gown, At night, at some side-street all-crooked, when rain is pounding down!
конструктив приветствуется =) В частности, есть ли какие-либо идиомы для выражений: - про наследство - про пустой карман - про "все по ветру пустил" - про "пиликать на скрипке" Плюс я совершенно не передал горбатость и малый рост Бориса. Если кто подскажет, как исправить.. =)
Статистика показывает, что большинство форумных подписей бессмысленны. (с) Геометр Теней
plenty of text Тhere were... humans. Humans with feelings. And once the prince died. But before that he was confessing, and the lady listened attentively. He spoke trying to give her reasons. After he stopped, she gave him a nod. - do you want to listen to what i have to say? - asked she. - no, - the prince said. - i believe you have the truth that differs from the one i have. im just glad you have listened to mine. - dont want to hear, eh? - she was curious. - you told me you love someone. i suppose - just because i listened to you - am i the only one, by the way? i knew that, - said she with sorrow. - so i was just about to say that i guess the person you love is not me. its someone else. someone quite unique if no one else wanted to hear your story. is she good at fighting, bad with words, has terrible attitude and barbarian accent that makes your parents shake nervously? is she the worst cook on earth and the most horrible diplomat you have ever seen? is she... - to top all that - non-human, - added the prince seriously, - with four tails, one eye and personality that lives on psychotic urges. did you really want to hear that? - why not? - shrugged she. - im lonely. i like stories. but the person you told me about is quite normal, id say. besides the tails, of course. but who knows, our medicine is developing. - im about to marry, - the prince said nervously. - doesnt that horrify you? - nope, - smiled she. - thats also is typical for human race. you marry the person you love. though im not sure if in your case your kids will be thankful to you. you are human and genetics is complex. for kids having three tails instead of four might not feel good. he looked at her with wide-opened eyes. - such irony... im absolutely serious, though! - really? - dont laugh at me! i'll be with her no matter what! - so be it... but its okay, just marry. what else did you not tell me? - because of my marriage, the civil war is about to break! thats common in our days, you know. if i will fight for my love, the kingdom will fall apart and i... - and you? - asked she. - besides, im already married. - on the princess from nearby kingdom thats kind of much more well armed and has more gold? with assassins as skillful that they could strike you even from the hole in the washroom? - seems so. - poor soul. so, the civil war, angry and jealous wife and some assassin tired of waiting for you to surrender on your human nature and enter the washroom. i sympathize with you somehow. what are you going to do? - i will reunite the kingdom, - assured he. - probably. but i'll have to fight. - so you are about to start a terrible war. you know, people die on war. - im sure of this, - smiled he. - how about you give me another reason? power? wealth? revenge? not good? just... love? - exactly. - love... - she looked at him with some pity. - okay, sounds good enough. i mean, i can put up with it. for a while. - so... ill be going, probably... - wait. just to confirm. you dindt come all the way here fighting monsters and guards, loosing friends and suffering horribly, just to tell me your story, did you? besides, you've made quite the way. if you went through all this just for a one-sided talk with full duration about half an hour, i would think you have some... issues. there was silence as deep as it could be in grave. - i assume, you are somewhat stubborn and have absolutely no one to talk to, - the lady said kindly. - i dont want to think so bad of myself as that i could talk to the god forsaken loser with certain mental disorders. besides, since im in tower, do i resemble you a princess? - of course! - goddamit... do you have glasses, poor soul? oh, you did... that sort of explains it. what do you want from me now? - an advice. i... errrm... since im not the only the heir to the throne, and since there will be civil war... - oh, you are getting to the point! - i didnt know where to look for the help... - thats a good question to ask at the end of the world. believe it or not i dont have an army waiting on my backyard. and you've killed all guards. so... thats just you and me for now. - i need any kind of help! even from you! she chocked. - its a funny way to unite a kingdom with my help, you know. there are other options. - are you that special? - errrrm... well, you see, there is a lonely tower at the end of the world, that not so long ago was heavily guarded. there is a woman locked in that tower. and i have to admit that you looked at your shoes since the very beginning of your speech so you dindt even see her face. is that okay to ask for her help in these circumstances? - i suppose so. what can one woman do? - idiot... - she muttered. - why the hell you are asking for the help if you are sure i cannot provide you with any? - how to put it... just in case. - oh my... okay, you humored me well enough. if you are that desperate, i will help you. you know, i can help you to... unite your kingdom. - how? - i have magic, of course, - replied she ironically. - why the hell else i would be locked in the tower at the end of the world? the are more pleasant places on earth even for guards. so thats the end of my long-awaited confession. do you still need me? - of course! since i dont have the army, magic would do perfectly. - what an... never mind, i was saying i need your help first. - what kind of help? - you know, just in case you didnt notice and hear it for at least three times already, im... imprisoned. in this very tower. these rocks you see around... those are wishes. unfulfilled wishes, i must say. there are not many left. if you lift the one that blocks the window, i will be able to join you. - here i go! just... wait... a bit... - all i do here is waiting, - was the answer. - im quite okay with five more minutes. but wait, i just thought of your brothers. the war wont stop if the are left alive. are you okay with that? panting. - i dont exactly hate them... but ill have to put my feelings... aside... the stone moved. - good. a bit more... hey! - what? - never mind, i dont think you will stop anyways... you are too stubborn. oh, youve moved the stone already? you have quite a temper.
she made her first step leaving the tower. laughed looking at the outside world. and with that laugh, red spots corrupted the sun. wind screamed insanely. stench from thousands of rotting bodies filled the air. flies were following her and rats covered her footsteps. - do you like it? - asked she putting her hand on his shoulder. her cloth was all ripped and dirty. she threw her black cloak away. underneath was an old dress ripped apart and her body was seen through. it was all rotten. through flesh were seen bones and worms moving in agonizing meat. - thats the world where everything is possible. where people are united because they are fighting horrible death. where everyone shows true desires because it does not matter in the end how it will look like. do you like it? - asked she coldly as the walked down the road. - thats okay, - he said. - you know, there is a rumour that we already have aids to get us on the move. - this should be fun, - she laughed softly. - i knew you had the sense of humour. oh, look! the flower! i swear, there wont be flowers on this planet anymore. do you want the last one? so he took it. and sniffed.
and then he died. not from a curse she spreaded. not from an understanding what he has done letting her enter the world. not even because the Apocalypse was about to begin and there were already seen first zombies. actually, he has died from an ambrosia flower. allergy could take various forms... who would have known?
Plague raised an eyebrow. - what an unexpected answer, - she said. - its a pity. i rarely have an option to speak to someone with such modern views. alas! poor soul. but i made a promise, right? i will fulfill your wish. you will be with your beloved. its a pity you are dead, because now she has to get to the same condition. Errrrm... Well, i've warned you, didnt i? As for the so-called united kingdom... i assume, the will unite in panic and then, following you, in death. im afraid, thats it. luckily, your brothers will not have time to get your throne. One, two, three... Good!
She stopped suddenly. Turned back to the prince. - Actually, - she took some time hitting dead body to get the flies in the air, - young man. You know, there is Apocalypse now. Dead ones are rising. You are dead, you know. There is a chance to get your ass up and hurry to your precious beloved to stay with her as long as you fucking want before some other zombie marries her first. Do you hear me?
Apparently, he did, - added Plague after watching young zombie-prince running down the road. - And he is learning. Thats quite a speed. Im even jealous... a bit. But i have not that much time left!
She whistled loudly.
The horse appeared. Plague nodded her as an old aquaintance. The horse grinned. Then stepped forward letting her beautiful owner to get in the saddle. - Ready? - the Plague muttered to herself. - Steady... Go!!! - she screamed insanely and the horse galloped. - Hey, guys, you know, i can fulfill wishes! Everything to everyone, and none unsatisfied leaves! Come on, get it! Lets get to our Master, Horsee! I'm afraid, he will join the party... Do you hear it? Its him coming! Lets bet. I swear his first words will be: HO! HO! HO!