#vasya nikolayevich

[forgetalltime]

Really, Lyuba was far too big to be on the sofa. She was no lap dog, but she was the apple of Kolya’s eye and thus he spoiled her at every opportunity. If he were to have a daughter, he might just name her Lyuba in honor of the dog. If he had a son, he would name the boy Platon, like his childhood dog. Platon Nikolayevich was not a bad name. Lyubov Nikolayevna, too…

The sound of the door opening took his attention from such frivolities as future children. The person who entered was his mother, brandishing a letter.

“Oh, it would be so pleasant if we were to celebrate with the Chirnitsyns this year, would you not agree with me, Coco?” asked his mother, sitting down by the harpsichord.

Kolya’s hands paused, and Lyuba looked up at him with large, questioning eyes. “With the Chirnitsyns? Are you certain? It is a time for family, Maman…”

“Oh, but they are family, even if not through their blood! I have never been more certain in my life, my dear. I admit Tatyana Pavlovna may have coerced me–” here she displayed the note from the Chirnitsyns again– “but would it not be nice to spend Christmas with kind people such as them? You like young Mariya Alexeyevna, is that not so? C’est une fille astucieuse! I am sure she would not mind the company of my darling Coco.”

Kolya quite disagreed—in fact, he was positive that Marie despised him at the very least as much as he despised her, but he said nothing of the sort. Of course. Marie was a wonderful girl.

“Of course. She is a wonderful girl, Maman.”

The Countess sighed happily. “Oh, it shall be delightful, just wait and see. Do you have a costume planned yet? You must get to that, one should never dawdle.”

Kolya clicked his tongue. “You know very well I will dawdle for as long as I like.”

His mother laughed. “Yes, well, that is not how I raised you. All your father’s fault, I would assume.”

“Oh, apropos of that, where is Father? Over and over I have reminded him to help me clear out Leonty’s bedroom, and yet we still have not done it. It is ridiculous.”

“Ah, I left him in his study. Why do you want to clear out your uncle’s bedroom now? It’s useful for storage.”

“For Vasya. Of course it’s no urgent matter, but she will eventually need her own bedchamber.”

“Oh. Of course, for your sister,” said the Countess. Any mention of her daughter always provoked the same reaction from her. Kolya wasn’t sure what it was. Confusion, maybe. Fatigue. She rose, forgetting entirely about the letter which she had laid on the harpsichord. “I’ll leave you.”

The door closed. Kolya sighed, looking to the ceiling which he had known for twenty years.

Furniture entered and left the room, walls changed, floors changed. New portraits were hung and old ones discarded in uncle Leonty’s bedroom. But the ceiling did not change. The ceiling went forgotten.

Perhaps Kolya, the one whom everyone remembered, was the only person to care for the ceiling. He was the only one to notice it. The ceiling was still too young to understand why its family forgot about it. It was far above everyone else, far up in the heavens, destined for greatness. And thus, no one could see it.

#december 1815 #sim: nikolai dmitriyevich narukhin #sim: lyuba #sim: praskovya sergeyevna narukhina #narukhin gen 1 #ts4 1810s #the narukhin legacy #ts4 historical #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 historical

[atimefordragons]

RADIUM F

☾♔; July 26, 2020 ☾♔; 8:40am ☾♔; sotd: Hoax (Taylor Swift) ☾♔; cotd: Hinata Shouyo ☾♔; WRC & Related ☾♔; idk, rambles? whatever

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: The original name of Polonium-210

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【𝕀ℕ𝕊ℙ𝕆 ℂℝ𝔼𝔻】@ queen-rhaenyra I was originally gonna do a high fashion layout, but then I decided to try for that collage overlay thing in my edits and this set of Lunes' {https://urstyle.fashion/styles/2463605} but I failed. Oh well, whatever.

This set is inspired by this old draft I found where I was writing about the incident when Nika first started falling for Vera, and also Vasya poisoned her at the time. I'll finish writing it eventually. Idk. Kinda missing Rustavya, might bring it back for something, idk.

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I feel a lot better now. Cried, ate a shawarma and an ice capp (seriously Tims, that stuff is just chef's kiss), talked about my feelings, took a long bath, painted my nails, didn't sleep all night. I feel good. A little petty, but good. I cleaned out a lot of old likes and items - sorry for suddenly giving y'all notes on old sets, I accidentally unliked some sets I didn't mean to. But yeah, I feel good. Gonna try to convince my dad to go to niagara after all. There's a lot of good security measures in place, and in some area's, they'll provide you with masks. I just wanna look at the water and buy something expensive and pointless. And also I need to fix my sleep cycle. I can't go to sleep until at least 10pm.

#urstyle #misc layout #art set #mine #wrc #for the crown #rustavya #venera i #nikita yusupov #Moodboards #moodboard #vasya nikolayevich #preamble ramble 2.0

[spiritcc]

Vitasha

Here are some extracts from Vasily Livanov’s book, where one chapter is dedicated to his friend Vitaly Solomin. This is the book where that famous quote also comes from. 

Enjoy the pain:

“It happens so that when someone passes away, we customarily treat his actions and related events as the thing of the past. But everything about my beloved closest friend and partner Vitaly Solomin has become a part of my way of life, my conscience, so for me it will become the thing of the past only when I pass away too. We used to call him Vitasha - that's how his wife addressed him. Vitaly Solomin always gave various interviews to the press and on TV throughout years of our friendship. These interviews are in the papers, journals, VHS - I keep most of them in my house. Vitasha spoke about me quite often, about our relations and the shared work that was born from our happy friendship. But let him speak himself:

"Actually, Vasily Borisovich and I got acquainted during auditions. He's an open person, we became close friends. Livanov is a man of big taste and I trust him. It's rare to find a person who can give precise comments on your work: not just "I like/don't like it", any person can do that...But there are few who say exactly why they did or didn't like a particular work. It's very important to me. With Livanov's great memory and taste, you can consult him on many topics. I have an impression that he knows and remembers everything."

In our first days of acquaintance, I gifted Vitasha the "Youth" journal with "My Beloved Clown" in it [a story written by Livanov]. Soon Solomin gave me his actor booklet with a signature: "Dear Vasya! I'm glad I met you. I've learnt about you the most from your beautiful story. Yours respectfully. Vitaly. 14/VII, year 79."

The filming of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson was all up and running when Vitasha came up to me with a sudden proposition: to bring my story he came to love on stage. "And I will set it up and play the main role", he promised. It came to life: I wrote it out, he staged the play where he played Sergey Sinitsyn the clown. That's what he said about our work: "The play feels so much like Livanov. He is a person that did not part with his childhood. Although, that edgy character - it can do many things."

It was a great pleasure for me to make Vitasha laugh. Usually concentrated and seemingly composed, he would ignite suddenly, so to say, blind me with his charming smile, and if he laughed, then he laughed with all his strength, to tears, contagiously. After the play's premiere I called him: "There's a big armchair in your house, right?" "Well, yes", Vitasha replied, "Why?" "Can you bring it to the Malyi Theatre this moment? I really need it." "...Why?" "Want to chill next to Alexander Nikolayevich Ostrovky" [a classic Russian playwright] It's a pity we spoke on the phone and I couldn’t see how hard he laughed. In the memoirs "Vitaly Solomin", his youngest daughter remembers: "Vasya Livanov could make dad laugh even when he was pretty grim. A sudden call - and I can already hear dad laugh". 

Our families were friends: our wives Lena and Masha were friends, both artists, our children were friends: his daughter Nastya and my son Boris. In 1984 we had additions to our families. Two weeks apart, we had our second son Nikolay, and Solomins had their second daughter Elizaveta. Common friends and even some good friends would ask us seriously, "Were you two in kahoots?". Vitasha and I made a game out of this: we’d play all mysterious, hide our eyes, smile...To reply "Yes we were" were silly, try to assure them otherwise - even sillier. But the question somehow made us happy. One time Vitasha gave an interview on TV and passed me a VHS of it. There were saved his words about our house that didn't make it into the TV version: "You arrive to their house outside the city - Lenochka, Vasya's wife, a very talented artist...she'd prepare food, and everything would be so tasty, in excess...and everything was so casual. One time we sat at the table and I didn't say a word for the next five hours straight - I only laughed. Livanov knows so many stories - that a God's gift - you can listen to them forever. Their house sucks you in so much when you get there: a story is invented, and something funny is told, and Vasya observes someone and makes a whole anecdote out of it...There are discussions about everything in the world...Not rumors! I would've spent days there - that's some house". 

When we auditioned and I realised he will be Watson for sure (it was clear from his level of mastery), my first goal was to find a way to get close with him. You need to be friends in life to portray this mystery on screen called friendship. It appeared that we had many similarities. The most important was that we matched perfectly in our visions of art, likes and dislikes. It was the basis of our friendship, especially for Vitasha, he was very picky. We came to understand each other, we treasured each other. To me, the best evidence of our great relations expressed in our trips: we spent seven years travelling from Moscow to St.-Petersburg and back, more often in a single cab. And I noticed that we pulled off great silence. We didn't have to talk constantly, not at all. That silence carried mutual support. Unity. It brought peace in the hurricane of work and life. Vitasha always avoided injustice, familiarity, tactless behaviour. That's why many considered him secretive. It's not like he kept people at a distance on purpose. It happened naturally with people that he didn't want to get close to, because of the aforementioned reasons. And the ones Solomin considered arrogant felt that. I know, there was such an opinion about him. It is really far away from the truth. If you wanted to break into his world, you had to share a lot of his views. Love art truly, realise what this job means - he used to think about it a lot. Obviously - success, that's very important. But I think that the success on the outside didn't mean as much for Solomin as his own personal value of what he did for art. That value was not pretentious, not pleasing for oneself: it was right. I think that he treated himself very cruelly. The bar was always very high. Movies, the stage alongside with acting, teaching that he loved with all his heart...It was beyond his abilities, in the last days he took on too much work. I don't know, maybe it was a feeling: to manage to do everything now, when there's time...An unstoppable desire to improve...The height of his directing work, not even mentioning acting, became "Krechinsky's Wedding". A superb and powerful control over the form, the highest performing level, all combined into one. He enchanted the entire play, and played Krechinsky as if it was his last role ever. That's how it turned out in the end - the role was his last. I've seen all of his plays, he used to invite me to final rehearsals, common rehearsals, university exams where he used to teach. He trusted me and valued my opinion. He considered me his lucky charm. He said: "Everything we do together comes out great". He trusted me with all sorts of personal matters. We'd travel with our wives across Italy with the Malyi Theatre. Then go back home on a ship, in a cabin with no windows. You'd have to be really good friends in order not to start fighting when you're travelling in a cabin such as that with four beds two stories high. I think you can test astronauts on their physiological comparability like this. They say perfect friendship doesn't exist. But we had it. The most perfect one. 

One tape was saved, filmed by one of our friends in my house on the day of my 60th birthday. Vitasha says a toast to me: "You burst into my life, very determined and forever! But then I realised that near me, there's a person that I can entrust even my life to - theater life, and personal life for that matter...Also, you praise me more than others (laughs). I love your family. I want you to live long. Because I need you so much.”

And I need you too, so much, Vitasha. Always. Even when you are no longer here.”

#Vasily Livanov #Vitaly Solomin #:') #im fine #i didn't include a few paragraphs i kind of considered not relevant #long story short they managed to open a theater together but in the 90s it was destroyed by the corrupt powers #but livanov still said suck it the success of the theater only proves once more how gr8 everything we did together worked #so yeah enjoy the pain

[niedolia]

russian names & how to use them: patronyms

So you just finished reading my master guide to Russian names and now you’re looking at your historical / fantasy AU wondering what the heck you’re going to do about all these missing patronyms.

Look no further! Below I’m going to explain how patronyms work plus my own cheat sheet on how to find them & give some new info on Russian that should help. Personally, I believe it helps people’s understanding of things (ie math and languages) to know the whys and hows (to the extent that they can be explained anyway), hence this post.

so what’s up with patronyms anyway????

Patronyms in this case come from Eastern Slavic (Russian, Ukrainian, etc.) naming customs, though they can be found in other places like Scandinavia. Not only have they been traditional for centuries, but it is literally the law in Russia for a citizen to have a patronym. Add that to my previous explanation on how to use the patronym and you can kinda see where they’re a Big Deal, especially for your historical / fantasy AU.

I guarantee you every Russian skater in YoI has one, so let’s see what we can do about filling them in.

A note for historical / fantasy: patronyms with the endings haven’t always been in use, the timeline goes like this, to simplify it:

Patronyms with the -ovich ending were originally for the nobility only, that goes back to Viking times.

In the 17th century, one merchant family was allowed to take patronyms ending in -ovich.

By the 19th century, patronyms with -ovich were in general use.

It’s also worth noting that surnames weren’t used in Russia (as with the rest of Eastern Europe) for a long time, hence the patronyms.

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the mechanics of the patronym

Russian is a heavily gendered language. Patronyms are going to have different endings depending on gender. Do not go accidentally calling Mila Mila Ivanovich Babicheva, you just messed up the name by calling her “Mila, son of Ivan”. All three names HAVE to agree in gender, meaning different endings for patronyms and surnames based on gender; this usually means an -a ending.

In a nutshell patronyms are the father’s name + an ending. It’s like an English speaker saying John, son of James, only this is built into the name. So let’s go over the 3 ways these are formed.

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1. -ovich (ович) & -ovna (овна)

This is the STANDARD, the other two ways are EXCEPTIONS. Luckily, this is simple. Just take the father’s name & add the endings. That’s it! So, just as an example:

for a guy:  Ivanovich  (Иванович) for a girl:   Ivanovna   (Ивановна)

Viktor is an easy example for this. If Viktor has a child who conforms to Russian naming conventions, their patronym will either be Viktorovich (Викторович) or Viktorovna (Викторовна).

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2. -yevich (евич) & -yevna (евна)

Note: the Russian ‘e’ isn’t like our ‘e’, it actually makes the ‘ye’ sound. Remember Viktor’s pet name Vitenka? Yeah, you should be pronouncing that as Vityenka. I don’t know why that transliteration never seems to make it to the Latin alphabet, but this is why we have ‘-ye’ in these patronyms instead of just ‘e’. I’ll be using the correct ‘ye’ for this post, but feel free to remove the ‘y’ in practice apparently.

This ending happens when the father’s name ends in a soft consonant like y. This means Nikolay (Nikolai), Yuri, and Georgi do this. Basically, if it ends in an -i or -y this is what you’re using. Some examples:

guy:  Nikolayevich  (Николаевич) girl:   Nikolayevna   (Николаевна)

guy:  Yuryevich   (Юрьевич) girl:   Yuryevna    (Юрьевна)

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3. the curious case of yakov

This is the weirdest exception for just, this one freaking name. Just Yakov. Like, there’s a fourth category too that I won’t be getting into because it’s irrelevant to YoI (unless for some reason you really like the name Ilya). But, Yakov. He gets his own category because his patronym is different.

guy:   Yakovlyevich (Яковлевич) girl:    Yakovlyevna  (Яковлевна)

So if you’re having Viktor use Yakov for his patronym, here you go!

See? Forming patronyms isn’t that scary!

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vasya that’s too much work, just give me your cheat sheet

Yeah, I don’t usually form patronyms, I’m too lazy myself. So I’ve learned some tricks on just looking them up. Google typically isn’t your friend here because not every patronym is listed up front and in English. Most of the popular ones are, but not all. So (for modern-based works),

THIS IS THE BEST SITE TO GET PATRONYMICS FROM !!!!

I’m not kidding, this is the Best List. Why? 

Their transliterations are correct (yes, this means they use ‘ye’ instead of just ‘e’). They even include the ‘ but y’all shouldn’t worry too much about that.

It’s surprisingly extensive with the names. They list names that never make it into the Western world.

They include some diminutives & pet names.

They even bold the most popular names for those looking for a quick patronymic.

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THIS LIST is also actually really handy for both modern & historical patronyms. If you’re doing a historical / fantasy AU I especially recommend this route because it will give you the old patronyms (so, historical accuracy) and steer you away from names not used in the old days / myths. For modern patronyms, just scroll down to the male names and combine the ‘old patronymic’ with the ‘new patronymic’ - unless the full patronym is listed in the modern section like Arthurovich, then you’re all set. Otherwise, for example:

Name: Viktor Old patronymic: Viktorov Modern patronymic: -ich/na = Viktorovich / Viktorovna

Name: Nikolay Old patronymic: Nikolayev Modern patronymic: -ich/na = Nikolayevich / Nikolayevna

Name: Yakov  (the site lists it as Iakov but Yakov is better for English) Old patronymic: Yakovlev New patronymic: -ich/na = Yakovlevich / Yakovlevna

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so what’s this mean for yoi content ????

Well, this doesn’t apply to modern AUs so much as it does for historical / fantasy. I don’t know why anyone else would read this lol.

But for those writing historical / fantasy, this is a pretty good resource for you on being historically accurate. So, if you’re writing Mila into another time period, for example, now you have all the tools you need to give her a patronym and know when to use it. Same goes for the rest of the Russian skaters.

but don’t you have any recommendations vasya ??? 

I only have two:

Yuri should be Yuri Nikolayevich Plisetsky (or Nikolayev in an older AU).

I like it when Viktor takes Yakov’s patronym personally. So, Viktor Yakovlevich Nikiforov (or Yakovlev in an older AU).

I can’t comment much beyond this. I’m just here to explain some Russian things. My one request is that Mila not be Mila Ivanovna, lol.

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i’m actually just here for general writing tips

That’s chill too, I found my masterpost being shared as a general resource for writing Russian characters. Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with!

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vasya i still have questions !

Message me. I also take requests for posts in what else should be covered to make using Russian names/etc. in writing easier.

#feel free to reblog ! #yoi #yuri on ice #victuuriwriters #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #mila babicheva #vasileks russian crash course #i needed a whole post to explain the finer points of patronyms #b ye

[atimefordragons]

@ayzrules tagged me ages ago to find the following words in my wip:  gown, precise, pink, skip, light, tea. Soz for taking so long, I had to dig through years of partially written bullshit to get these and even then I struggled. Gonna cheat and use multiple WIPs, ‘cause I don’t have all these words in a single wip.   

WIP I: From an Ascension story I was working on for my character Élodie I for lunaofthemiste’s Three Kingdoms

Dawn broke over the vast grounds surrounding Álava Castle, bathing the vast greenery in light oranges and purples. Not that Mr. Desroches had time to enjoy it. As steward of the castle, it was his duty to be up before all and prepare the Castle for the day. He had to wake the others, pass out their duties, go over the days menu, determine the schedules of Their Royal Highnesses from their governesses, check in with the guards, pass any overnight letters onto the correct parties. It was a lot of work, occasionally even tedious, but he was proud of his work. There was a never a speck of dust nor a fork out of place. Not a painting that wasn't straight, nor a doorway frayed.

He had just poured himself a nice cup of warm tea when the pageboy from the front gates rushed in, informing him of a rider from the capital, wearing a black armband. And for the first time in his life, Mr. Desroches broke a cup. Tossing aside all other chores and duties left for the day, he rushed through the long cobbled stones of the palace, straight to the room of Ms. Lieves.

WIP II: From a Rhaella story I was working on for @themonsterslut’s Battle of the Seven Kingdoms. I can’t remember the context though, the whole page is just this paragraph. Idk, I think Ceryse tried stealing her dragon egg or destroying it or some shit. Possibly one of her human kids, but like, probably her dragon child. It’s Rhae, let’s be realistic about it. 

Rhaella rolled her eyes and sighed. There had to be a limit to this being civilized bullshit. Fuck you for trying to make me a better person, Domeric. She thought to herself as she smoothed out a crease on her gown, she took a few breaths to push down her anger before speaking again. “I am not the little girl who screamed you are not my mother. I am Lord Vaezoryn. Daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, and mother of dragons. You're a mother, as you claim everything you've ever done has been in the name of my brother. Then what do you propose, as a mother, I should do to you, who has harmed my child?” 

WIP III: From a Vera/Nika/Vasya dynamic story thing that I’ve never really gotten around to finishing. It’s set like 8ish years pre-plot when Vera and Nika were falling in love or something. Idk. 

“She’s not a robot, you know,” Nika pointed out, rolling his eyes at Vasya’s glare. “She has feelings, I’ve even seen her turn pink.”

Vasya narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the inscrutable expression on his friend’s face. “And under what context did you see that?”

“When you put polonium-210 in her drink last week. She only took a sip of it though.”

“That doesn’t sound right, but sure.”

WIP IV: Another Vera/Vasya/Nika thing, well, minus Nika, more Vasya trying to be a brother for once pre-the whole Elisabeth reveal. It was a whim. Set maybe a year or so before WRC’s main plot. 

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” cooed Vasya, sauntering into Vera’s study without knocking as usual. Vera made a mental note to command Dominika to shoot him the first time he did it once their father passed and she finally ascended the throne. 

“I’ve literally been in here all day.” she commented, rolling her eyes when he took a seat in front of her desk. “And I haven’t left the palace at all in the last few days, so what are you talking about?” 

Vasya shrugged. “I was breaking the ice,” he offered, spinning the mini globe on her desk, grateful she wasn’t trying to make eye contact. 

“Yeah, no, we have a seven hundred foot tall, and three hundred mile long wall made of unmeltable magic ice between us, so skip to the point” 

“Can’t a big brother just check in on his little sister to catch up?” 

“Not you, nor me. What do you want?”

WIP V: A Raya and Aurion story I was working on for Serve or Burn, but that group dying is on me. 

For a moment, her eyes flashed angrily. A repeat of the same, precise argument they've had over and over for the past whatever years. The same furious purple they had always been. But then, after the moment, they softened and Raya sighed. "No. Our love ended before either of them died. When you choose to join the Usurper's hoard. When you chose your father over the Crown."   

oh man it took forever to find all that shit. OKIE DOKIE! I tag: @kzombi3 / @from-sejiou-to-the-stars @podunkcanadian / @lothris @themonsterslut @turquoisesiren @themadmonarchist @maybones @forebodinq to find the following words in your WIP(s): goddess, golden, blood, guilty, fire, and dragon (I had to, good luck nerds) 

#tag games #mine #writing #élodie i #three kingdoms #ceryse of greywater #venera i #nikita yusupov #vasya nikolayevich #raya aeraerys #aurion vellorys #wrc #serve or burn #rhaella vaezoryn #botsk #asoiaf