Charon

Vitaly: wow. =) I actually wasn't expecting _any_ comments on this blog entry. ;D

In which once it sears its name, and in which once it came to it. Its hair, fluttering, reminded one birds that it privyk to see each day around itself. He knew that it not for it. He also knew that it cannot but pridti, when it calls it. They were the part of one entire, flawlessly fixed mechanism, which worked already long ago, and not in their authority it was anything change. It pensive looked at it, and it smiled by the corners of lips - very quietly, only for it. Them greatly it was desirable at least to be touched each other by the fingers - but there was yet not time. Yes even they knew that their time will come never. He did not know that he feels to it. It only mysteriously looked at it, and the expression of its eyes was for it riddle as the first time. The random witnesses of their encounters very quietly stood by a number, without being solved by random motion or sound to destroy this strange silence. Then it unhurried dressed hood, intercepted scythe poudobneye, and it disappeared further in its matters, and it, after sighing, was taken oar, after driving off the crow dozed off on it, and anew began its way across the river with the new fellow-traveller.

Again it whispered its name, and again it came to it. Its hair, fluttering, reminded birds, that it has got used to see every day around of itself(himself). It knew, that it not for it. It also knew, that it should come, when it calls it. They were a part of the single whole, faultlessly debugged mechanism which worked already for a long time, and not in their authority there was something to change. It thoughtfully looked at it, and it smiled corners of lips - quietly, only for it.

Again he whispered her name, and again she came to him. Her hair, fluttering, reminded him of birds, that he got used to seeing every day around himself.

He knew, that she not for him. He also knew, that she would come, if he called her. They were a part of a single whole, flawlessly debugged mechanism which had already worked for a long time, and not in their authority, there was something to change.

He thoughtfully looked at her, and the corners of her lips smiled - quietly, only for him. They longed to touch even if only with their fingers - but there was yet time. And they knew, that their time will not come yet.

He didn't know how she felt about him. She only looked mysteriously at him, and the look in her eyes was a riddle to him, as if he had seen them for the first time. Witnesses of their meetings quietly stood by, not daring movement or a sound to disturb this strange silence.

Then she slowly pulled her hood, intercepted scythe poudobneye, and conveniently disappeared further on the affairs, and he, sighed, took his or after driving off the raven that had dozed off on it, and began anew through the river with his new fellow traveller.

Are you kidding?!, slava. Singh and I had the exact same first action. I didn't even look down to the comments to see that it had already been done, before I went and did it and then returned to find my efforts unnecessary.

Now, what were you saying it all means?

Ben: it doesn't means anything, other than it's a story I wrote while flying on a plane. ;D Sadly, it doesn't translates to English well mainly because Grim Reaper is male in English, and female in Russian. ;D

"intercepted scythe poudobneye"??? come on guys..

shifted her grip on the scythe

Во последнем прдложении четвертого абзаца — "случайные"/"случайным." Поищи синонимы. Слишком близко эти слова друг к другу.

interesting... i took time to read the russian versioon first, even though my russian is terrible. I considered translating it, but discovered that my efforts will be futile, scince it had been translated, not once, but twice. Personally i think this story has a deep meaning, does anyone agree?

на русском тоже можно:

Уютно сидя в моем кресле
Ты набираешь чей то номер
И говоришь о чем то долго
Пока я в ванной брею рыло

Твое лицо нежней мимозы
Щетина для него как бритва
И свежих простыней дыханье
Нам обещает ночь соблазнов

Целуя жилку под коленом
И локоток твой милый острый
Готов забыть тебе обиды
И те, что будут, и те, что были

Я не могу смотреть спокойно
На ушки, что полны истомы
И шеи милые изгибы
Меня разят подобно пулям

И так вот день за днем и дальше
В квартирке маленькой вонючей
Один педрила мускулистый
В любви другому объяснялся

Астамур: ага. Только не в моих привычках править поток сознания =)))))

i think igor's post does not really fit this blog.

интереснее когда поток сознание не только безконтрольный процесс, но и конролируемый для рассширение возможностей =)

Станислав, можешь устроить серийник для ШейпШифтера за полцены? Хочу помочь разработке (сейчас варезной копией пользуюсь), да двадцатка в наших реалиях - дороговато. Если не против, будь добр, ответь на почту.

Илья