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@tiger-manya / tiger-manya.tumblr.com

Just Ukrainian.
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verkomy

what are your favorite bird sounds? mine are eurasian golden oriole and cranes sound pretty amazing too, especially in the early morning

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thyinum

Wood pigeon — there's a couple of those living in our neighbors' spruce, so I hear them every day during the warm seasons. I strongly associate their call with home whenever I hear them.

Blackbird — its call means spring and warmth to me, I love it so much.

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wintersmitth

Hawfinch! It's a beautiful song, but also Ukrainian name of this birdie is Bone Gnawer.

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tiger-manya

I'd second blackbird. Tits are great, too. I was also pretty surprised the first time I heard a coot; it sounds a bit weird, but in a good way.

If we are taking about the birds I never heard in person, I dream of hearing go away bird in the wild some day. Such a majestic creature.

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Obviously, Haley and Vaarsuvius have a pretty close friendship: early on, they only room with each other in taverns; manifestation of Haley's intellect has distinctly V's features; Vaarsuvius had their whole meltdown over contacting Haley in DStP; they freed some slaves together in BRitF, etc.

But, like... How did they even meet? On the Origin of the PCs starts with them already being friends. (They are literally the only characters that don't have their first meeting covered in that book, and this frustrates me a little.) Their backgrounds have no obvious interconnections, and we know they weren't adventuring together because V never considered adventuring seriously before Haley proposed it. What could have brought them together in the first place? Did they travel together? Did they just meet at that bar from OtOoP?

I know that not every blank spot could (or should) be filled by the narrative, but I'm just really curious about this.

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sailorsally

Unprecedented police brutality in Tbilisi today. The police are beating up teenagers, throwing rocks and bottles at peaceful protesters.

They are using tear gas & pepper spray now. Also rubber bullets. Hundreads have been hurt. Ambulances at the location are overcrowded.

They are using water canons now to clear the main street Rustaveli from protesters. There were no warnings.

There is a suspicion that the police/spec ops that have their faces covered are Russian special forces that have been sent in.

The police together with spec ops and robocops keep using tear gas & water canons but people do keep returning to demonstrate. Meanwhile other spots of protest have formed around the city and whole country. Protesters have paralized both embarkments with help of solidarity of bus drivers who have blocked the roads.

Just in:

This is Levan Khabeishvili - the head of one of the opposition parties. He's a member of parliament and has immunity. Still he was taken from the demonstration today and mercilessly beaten.

You can imagine how people without immunity are being treated.

@notasapleasure thank you for these tags. I was too exhausted and angry to form coherent sentences myself.

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Every Labor Day I`m gonna remind ignorant ppl (Americans) on the Internet that the USSR absolutely destroyed the concept of a labor union turning it into a completely useless monthly subscribtion that never did anything for the workers except for policing their free time activities, snitching on them, and threatening to fire them if they don`t show up to yet another mandatory public event on their day off. 

The nationalisation of industry, removing the workers from the hands of individual capitalists, delivered them to the yet more rapacious hands of a single ever-present capitalist boss, the state. The relations between the workers and this new boss are the same as earlier relations between labour and capital, with the sole difference that the Communist boss, the state, not only exploits the workers, but also punishes them himself, since both of these functions—exploitation and punishments—are combined in him. Wage labour has remained what it was before, expect that is has taken on the character of an obligation to the state. Trade unions lost all their natural rights and were transformed into organs of police surveillance of the working masses. The establishment of taxes, wage rates, the right to hire and fire workers, the general management of enterprises, their internal organisations, etc.—all this is the exclusive right of the Party, of its organs or of its agents. As for the role of trade unions in all fields of production, it is purely ceremonial: they must sign the decrees of the Party, which can neither be challenged nor changed.
[…] Let us give an example. In August 1918, the workers of the former Prokhorov factory in Moscow became agitated and threatened to rebel against the inadequate wages and the police regime in the factory. They organised several meetings in the factory itself, evicted the factory committee, which was merely a party cell, and took as their wages part of what they had produced. Members of the central administration of the textile workers’ union declared, after the mass of workers refused to deal with them: the behaviour of the workers in the Prokhorov factory throws a shadow on the authority of Soviet power; all further action of these workers would defame Soviet power in the eyes of workers in other enterprises; this cannot be allowed, and consequently the Prokhorov factory must be closed, the workers must be send away, a commission should be created which will be able to establish a firm regime in the factory; after which it will be necessary to recruit a new staff of workers. And this was done. It can be asked: who were these people, these three or four men who so freely determined the destiny of thousands of workers? Were they placed in their posts by the masses? Did the people give them such enormous power? Not at all. It was the Party that appointed them, and this was their power. This example is one of thousands. This example, like a drop of water, reflects the true situation of the working class in a nationalised industry.
What remains to the workers and to their organisations? A very narrow berth—the right to elect this or that delegate to a soviet completely subservient to the Party.
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if there is a god, he's probably having the party of the century or planning a war on hell because otherwise how else can you explain why he brings together the best of the best

More than 3 days have passed, the remains of the bodies have been found and identified, and the relatives have been notified, so now we can talk.

At 22:05 on 17 April, a UAV flew into our medical center at a precise angle. 5 out of 6 of our medics were killed, and one is still fighting for his life.

All of them were just incredible people, and this is a huge tragedy not only for my battalion but also for Ukraine, because they fought for better medicine, even before the full-scale invasion, in their civilian lives.

I will write about each of them later because we all need to know and remember them.

These days were one of the hardest, if not the hardest, in my life. One of the deceased medics is my old friend Nazar, whom I have known for a little less than 10 years, and his wife Zhenya and I studied at the same faculty. She was here on the eve of the tragedy, bringing volunteer help. We were all forbidden to say anything to her until the CCC officially informed her of her husband's death (which could take up to 1-2 weeks). From the very morning after my arrival, I found Zhenya and spent the day and evening with her, seeing how badly she felt about the unknown, how she believed that he was just wounded and that she was not allowed to tell her the truth. Finally, in the evening, her husband's fellow soldier called her and offered his condolences, and when he realized that she still didn't know what had happened, he hung up. So I had to tell her the truth. Then there were trips, to the morgue, picking up things.

I would never want to go through this experience again, but I would like to be able to take at least a little bit of Zhenya's pain for myself because it is impossible to bear it alone. This should never have happened, their love was the strongest I have ever seen, but unfortunately, it does not save you from bombs(((

We met Nazar Lavrovsky a long time ago at a first aid training course when he had just started working as an instructor at the 44th Training Centre. Later, I invited him to conduct BLS training for children in Plast, as well as to travel with us as a doctor. And Nazar never refused, he was always up for any challenge.

He completed his internship as an anaesthesiologist and then worked as a pharmacist at the NDSL Ohmatdyt and the Public Health Centre. He was also a co-author of several necessary orders of the Ministry of Health.

He volunteered from the first days of the full-scale invasion, and that's where we met again. I took this photo of Nazar on our first rotation during the counter-offensive in Kharkiv region. Always with a smile, he never lost his optimism, he was able to encourage and motivate even when he was tired or upset. He constantly conducted tactical training for our personnel (he knew how to present the material in such a way that it was impossible not to remember it), and many of the guys survived thanks to Nazar.

It is a great pain to lose such people. On 19 May, Nazar would have turned 31.

There is a letter from his wife Zhenia behind Nazar. My heart breaks when I think about her.

"My beloved kitty, I love you infinitely. I am waiting for you," the letter reads.

There were two women among our fallen medics - Dasha (a paramedic) and Ira (a doctor). Dasha studied at a medical college, worked as a nurse, then moved into business, and when the full-scale invasion began, she came to the unit closest to her home and asked to be a medic. Dasha is survived by a young daughter.

Ira graduated from Poltava Medical University. She worked for over 20 years as a general practitioner and family doctor. Almost the entire Minsky district of Kyiv knows her, as many of them were her patients, as Ira worked in a polyclinic in the area since 2002. As Ira's patients write in the Minsky Massif Facebook group: "Irina Andreevna was a doctor from God, I could call her even at 2 am and she always helped" or: "A doctor from God and a golden person, she never even took a box of chocolates as a thank you, she is always very humane and principled", or: "The best doctor, she treated my whole family, was always very attentive, could diagnose with accuracy, an irreparable loss."

Yes, it is indeed an irreparable loss :((

"if there is a god, he recognizes his own for they enter the gates with chevrons and flares and they are laid in a coffin

if there is a god, he will first hear the music from a mobile speaker that has always been placed under the courts someone will turn up the volume on the tracks to which girls used to put their hair in a ponytail and hide it under their hoods

If there is a God, he will see that in addition to flowers and lamps a toy plane and a Honda Accord will be brought to the graves because the country was defended by those who would have taught you the tricks of Peter Pan

but they swore not to the Hogwarts map but to the people of Ukraine

if there is a god, what do you doubt every time? because if he exists, how does he allow this to happen? and yet

if there is a god, he's probably having the party of the century or planning a war on hell

because otherwise how else can you explain why he brings together the best of the best"

Every delay of aid means lives were taken.

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Ще один переклад одного жарту.

У повному коміксі на цій сторінці також є жарт про cartographer — cart of gophers, але як його перекласти — я не знаю. (Було б набагато легше, якби Річ намалював там мавпу.)

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