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hikaruthewolf · 2 years
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What does the text say
https://silverwolfhikaru.tumblr.com/post/689825807534866432/mikhail
Hi there!
I'm glad you've asked about it.
It's actually a song called "That's how the steel was tempered" by "Civil Defence" music band. I wrote it in russian 'cause I wanted to save the autethic atmosphere. And there's also a book named the same way.
The song is about repressions during of Soviet era and it perfectly fits to Misha according to his biography.
I'll put whole lyrics in this post below.
Civil Defence - That’s how the steel was tempered
They brought the traitorous guy to a firing squad
They dragged off the nice lady into a basement
They shoved crowds into boxcars
Confident dads continued to teach:
"That's how the steel was tempered!"
They brought the traitorous guy to a firing squad
The Kremlin's bell ringers rang a ceasefire signal
The moon bit an abandoned body
Skillfully scrawling onto its chest:
"That's how the steel was tempered!"
They brought the traitorous guy to a firing squad
Blind witnesses said "it's fate"
Confident fathers continued their march
Establishing their decree with a molten blade
"That's how the steel was tempered!''
They conquered history with a tempered blade
They crushed history with a tempered blade
They stabbed history with a tempered blade
Killing off the guilty history
That's how the steel was tempered!
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samuell-art · 6 months
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NEW ANIMATION YIPPEE
(FLASH WARNING ig) Bye Lena Problems/Дока Лена Проблем animation meme
I MISS THESE OLD MEMES ☹️ (why tf are they called memes???)
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majestativa · 1 month
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My heart is open to you alone. My soul is devoted to dark melodies.
— Alexander Blok, Aleksandr Blok’s Trilogy of Lyric Dramas, ‘The King on the Square’, transl by Timothy C. Westphalen, (2003)
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karaviav · 2 months
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the brothers karamazov amv wip
(song: se ne va by nayt)
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gophergal · 5 months
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Tell me why. Tell me who. Tell me you don't know what to do. Get it all over you
Who won't know how to fight? Only you
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luluangelina · 2 months
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i am dead but pretty
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sleepboysummer · 12 days
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im gonna literally die if i go on rtc tiktok again i have to stay OFF of there
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20ctrl · 2 months
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BUT AGAIN AND AGAIN, I'M FAILED WITH YOU, MY ATTEMPT NUMBER 5
original song : виа гра - попытка номер 5
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hirodraga · 9 months
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afraid of heights by billy talent rented a triplex in my cortex
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pinkflipphonez · 1 year
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"Город ангелов город войны, скажи мне quen si no mi?"
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redgoldblue · 5 months
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for the drabble spotify wrapped game, if you want: i rolled my rainbow d10 twice and we have a 75 🌈
❤️ 🌈
75: America's Sweetheart by Elle King
uh. I don't know where this came from. i apologise, my partner-in-fluff 🫡
Also I am obviously not abiding by the technical 100-word definition of drabble here, but instead the much looser 'short piece of writing'.
spotify wrapped drabbles!
Steve doesn't know when he stopped caring about killing people. It didn't bother him until he started caring again.
It's not anyone unusual, is the thing that gets him. It's a nameless, almost-faceless drug smuggler that he didn't even mean to kill, but he shot with intent to disable and a little too much carelessness in a rush to stop the ship they came in on, and when he finally loops back around there's a pool of blood and a corpse with a busted femoral artery.
He's kneeling down, checking a pulse even though it's clearly absent, removing weapons even though he'll clearly have no use for them, when his fingers brush against a thin edge in the inside pocket of the off-the-rack grey suit jacket the guy's wearing.
When he pulls it out, it's a photo. He has to look down to check that it's the same guy in it, partially because death rictus changes a face, especially when your comparison is smiling and happy, and partially because he just hasn't looked at his face properly. It's the same guy, his arm around a similarly smiling woman shoulder-height to him and so close in features she has to be his sister, with a chubby-cheeked frizzy-haired kid straddling his shoulders and holding onto the woman's hand.
One of the first things the military teaches you, explicitly or not, is to erase personhood. Your own, and your enemy's. Numbers, statistics, body parts and targets and usefulness.
He puts the photo back into the dead man's jacket and moves away. A tech comes at some point, body-bags him, and Duke is there and the rest of his team have it well in hand, so he goes back to where their cars are parked, boosts himself onto the hood of the truck, and waits.
Kono walks past at some point, but they're still in the midst of cleanup and HPD handover, so even though she does slow and ask, "You okay, boss?", when he replies in the affirmative she nods and keeps moving.
He remembers himself before. He remembers when it would never would have occurred to him not to think that every person with a bullet in them is a person with a family. A person with a life, at least before they were a person with a death.
He doesn't bother trying to count. The impulse washes over him, but it would take hours with military records and Five-0 reports to calculate anything even close to accuracy.
Himself before was decades ago, but also not that long ago. It was target practice at the Academy and work behind computers in Military Intelligence and crawling through mud with a similarly young Freddie by his side.
Himself after, apparently, is sitting on his own truck at the edge of his own city watching his family and his family's family and his friends and his friends' friends move efficiently through shipping containers and body bags.
Eventually, Danny finds him. He takes one look at Steve's face; he doesn't say anything, just leans against the hood next to Steve and waits.
Eventually, Steve finds the words. "I don't think the military would like me anymore, Danny."
It's not all that new a state of affairs; he got driven by revenge and tattoos in non-regulation places and too many personal attachments and he remembered how to have fun in quiet spaces and how to love in loud ones. He started caring again.
"Good," Danny says, harsh and definite, and Steve realises with a start that the things that would debase him in the eyes of his country are probably exactly the same reasons Danny - not just Danny, his whole family - would cite for loving him. Except the tattoos, maybe.
He can't bring himself to be upset about it in the face of that.
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rudnitskaia · 5 months
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Russian cover of Just Look My Way from NDRecords Production is out! ✨
I participated in its creation as the translator of the lyrics. During intensive work with the NDRecords Production's editors it evolved into the translation you can hear in the video (you can find my translation before the editors' changes below under the cut).
Was very glad to work with NDRecords Production. Check it out! ✨
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Согласно клятве во власть мне вверен фолиант.
И я огранил себя под стать как с неба бриллиант.
Ведь я — хранитель, порядок древний берегу.
Только лунными ночами я всё мечтаю, как сбегу.
Дай прильнуть мне, рядышком побыть, услышать голос твой.
Но, свет мой, знаю я теперь, что выбор — за тобой.
Я могу тебе что хочешь дать,
а хочешь, стану умолять?
Лишь будь со мной,
лишь будь со мной!
Может быть не всё я смог понять?
О чём смолчишь, дав у нас отнять?
Скажи: постой,
будь со мной.
Выгодная сделка, её одной нас держит нить.
Будь и вправду так, то без тебя могла б душа так ныть?
Мне нет дела до происхожденья
и до порочных наслаждений.
Как дать тебе понять? Дай объяснить!
Меня душит страх,
я в слезах
за жизнь любви борюсь.
Ведь без тебя, кроме ран в груди, с чем я остаюсь?
А может я… неугоден, что бы я ни преподнёс.
И нет даров, чтоб ты вместо лжи открыл мир своих грёз.
Тебе привычней в жестоком мире прятать кто ты есть отродясь.
Милосерднее было б тогда оборвать нашу связь.
Если же исправлю я
всё то, чем мог задеть тебя,
не откажи
и будь со мной!
И пусть, что я не всё могу понять?
Не дам судьбе нас с тобой отнять.
Лишь приди и скажи…
будь со мной.
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catkindness · 2 years
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не стоило смотреть в мои глаза
и не утони потом в своих слезах
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majestativa · 1 month
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Do you believe that destruction is liberating?
— Alexander Blok, Aleksandr Blok’s Trilogy of Lyric Dramas, ‘The King on the Square’, transl by Timothy C. Westphalen, (2003)
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panimoonchild · 2 months
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Walking is a long way to carry a stone - live;run, crawl, sleep, walk again - live
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Song: V - Singularity
Lyrics that I treasure:
"Tell me, if my voice is fake,
should I have not thrown myself away
Tell me, if even the pain is fake,
what should I have done then"
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Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine. Children should not ask adult questions. Children should not go through the experience of war.
Song: Обійми дощу - На відстані
"Lost in thought
In a crowded bus
Searching with restraint
Remnants of consciousness
We stopped dreaming
All the bridges have already been burnt
Slabs in the distance
Only ghosts are around
We go in different directions"
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Song: The Unsleeping - Жити
The title of the post is lyrics from it.
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Ukraine returned 9 children abducted by Russia from the temporarily occupied territory.
Song: Halsey - People Disappear here
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hecksupremechips · 2 months
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Listening to Jhariah is like being Walter White in one of those breaking bad edits where he’s in a mario kart level fighting for his life but he hits a big rock and crashes his car and starts ascending into a higher plane as the consequences of his actions start reaching to him to drag him down but he simply rises above
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