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Creepy as fuck.

Telegram-channel appropriately named "Soldiers' widows of Russia" encourages readers to enlist ASAP.

Translation is in the description.

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https://t.me/vdovasoldata/450

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Whoever wrote that post was probably the 20-something son of a high-ranking FSB agent who really wants to move up the ranks like dad, but doesn't have the bandwidth for all of that.

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Not sure how many parents "willingly" sacrificed their children as cannon-fodder in

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ash, to bookstodon
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This poem by Grigory Pozhenyan (1922–2005) later became a great song by Mikael Tariverdiev:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNfo3rZN7Rk

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From "Sketches of Russian Women's History" (1871):

In Cossack stanitsas (villages) one can see naked men dancing in the street, surrounded by a crowd of women, girls and children. One Cossack woman drank herself to the skin: wishing to collect money for vodka, she burnt her membrum and went naked through the village to collect donations for the burnt place; everyone was delighted by this joke and the Cossack woman was not left without vodka.

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ash,
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@themodestokid @russia @bookstodon @histodon @histodons usually it is, yeah. Here, most likely her public hair

themodestokid,
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@ash @russia @bookstodon @histodon @histodons Emerson on Facebook says, Membrum it seems can mean any member of the body, though usually it is a euphemism for penis.

ash, to russia
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Murderer of three people killed a murderer of four in Vladivostok pre-trial detention centre, Lenta.ru reports.

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Highlander: the beginning!

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ash, to bookstodon
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James Tate
(1943–2015)

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https://books.google.co.il/books?id=aLzYEAAAQBAJ

mation on it as yet.” I noticed that he was about to cry. “Well, thanks,” I said. My stomach was sinking. I was certain to be late to work. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to drive on, to see what was out there, and part of me wanted to turn back, though I wasn’t certain of what I would find there. So I drove on for miles and miles, the sand dunes shifting and stirring, and the occasional hawk or buzzard circling overhead. Then the road disappeared, and I was forced to stop, and looked behind me, but that road, too, was gone, blown over by sand in a few seconds. I got out of the car, glad that I had some water with me. I looked around, and it was all the same. Nothing made any sense. I tried to call Harvey at the office on my cell phone. I couldn’t believe when he answered. “Harvey, it’s Carl. 'm out here in this new place. It’s all sand, and there are no roads,” I said. “We’ll come get you,” he said. “But I don’t know where I am, I mean, I don’t even know if it exists,” I said. “Don’t be ridiculous, Carl, of course it exists. Just look around and give me something to go by,” he said. “There’s nothing here. Oh, there was a tunnel some miles back, and a policeman leaning up against his motorcycle. That’s the last thing I saw,” I said.
“Was it the old Larchmont tunnel?” he said. “I don’t know, it could have been. I was lost already,” I said. “Okay, I'm going to come get you. Just stay put,” he said. I waited and waited. And then I just started walking. I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I was restless and hoped I might find a way out. I had lost sight of my car and had no idea where I was. The sun was blinding me and I couldn’t think straight. I barely knew who I was. And, then, as if by miracle, I heard Harvey’s voice call my name. I looked around and couldn’t see him. “Carl, Carl, I'm here,” he said. And I still couldn’t see him. “We’ve fallen off. We're in the fallen off zone,” he said. “What? What does that mean?” I said. “We’ve separated. It may be temporary. It’s too soon to tell,” he said. “But where are we. We must be in some relation to something,” I said. “I think we’re parallel,” he said. “Parallel to what?” I said. “Parallel to everything that matters,” he said. “Then that’s good,” I said. I still couldn’t see him, and night was coming on. It was a parallel night, much like the other, and that was some comfort, cold comfort, as they like to say.

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Stumbled upon an old FB comment by philologist Kirill Ospovat. He wrote:

"Grandfather of mine was invited to Lubyanka [the KGB HQ] once to give lectures on Latin American literature. He did not dare to refuse, so he came and began lecturing. He started with biographies: "co-operated with the local communist party" and so on. A senior officer in the audience politely interrupted: "Lev Samoilovich, you can leave that out, this we already know".

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ash, to russia
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Animals have started "screaming" in all Russian forests. Fortunately, it won't last long, — sibdepo.ru reports.

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@mediazona: In Voronezh, a blogger named Christolyub Bozhiy Vegan [transl. Christlover God's Vegan] was prosecuted for insulting the feelings of religious believers and rehabilitating Nazism.

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EllaMadelineK,
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G.d dammit, these animal lovers are stirring shit again

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@neural_meduza: In Voronezh, a blogger named Christolyub Bozhiy Vegan [transl. Christlover God's Vegan] was prosecuted for insulting the feelings of religious believers and rehabilitating Nazism.

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ash, to bookstodon
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A diary entry with some

As for my Aliyah, it is two weeks till the court ruling that'll allow me and my father to do a paternity test, I hope.

As for my upcoming poetry collection (which consists of two books of texts from 2004-2016), it is on the final layout steps.

Also, I collected first drafts for two more books in Russian, and a draft of my English poetry book (but for this one, I need to write some extra texts to conclude it).

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For the next issue of the "Dvoetochie" ("The Colon") Russian Israeli literary magazine, I was asked to reflect on the topic of "Apocalypse". What it is, how it relates to our present, what role literature could play in the times of the end, and how our relations with literature and reading changes for after certain tragic and seminal points in time.

(01/12)

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Unexpectedly for myself, I have just put an annual reminder on my calendar for 7 October. And after a brief moment of thought - for 1 and 3 September (2004 Beslan school hostage crisis) and 23 and 26 December (2002 Nord-Ost hostage crisis in Moscow).

Not that I'm ever forgetting

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