the life is full of stories
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Most of my f-list already knew the test, but I just couldn't resist... James Joyce, the author of the untranslatable "Finnegans Wake" and a few other vexed works. Shall I take it as a compliment? Or are my weak grammar and the strong preference for "m dashes" and "ellipsis" to blame?
Whatever. I wish there were something of the kind for German texts - I'm really a bit curious about my stories. Besides, my Dad keeps telling me, my SciFi-tales are not SciFi at all. But then again - he doesn't take Ray Bradbury as a SciFi-author either o.O"
Next topic: sweet student life.
I'm done with two of my Very Important Exams. Freedom starts teasing me with the heady aroma~ but there is still one more test to go (it'll never end...) - biomolecular chemistry this time. Yes, it sounds just as scary as it is ò.ó
Unfortunately, the few scattered thunderstorms didn't bring enough cooling for me to fell comfortable outside, so I moved in with my books - and now we are living in the clinical centres library. Aren't we some big loving flagship family?
Aside from the great library there are although a student canteen, a few lecture rooms, study area with comfortable desks, internet access places, ... actually I was wondering most, when a real life invalid was crossing my way - I almost thought this little autonomic town was exclusively student-populated.

The poisoned apple in my personal paradise: The Great Temptation of free internet access....

It was nearly the closing time - otherwise the lounge would be filled withsleeping hard learning students >3

(take a look at the destination panel)
Well, next topic: A Fairy Tale.
Sometimes life reminds us of myth stories: It could be some horror lullaby or a sweet romance, everything is possible. I'm sure everyone knows his own unbelievable stories to tell - so, how about this one: A week from her 23 B-Day a girl finds a golden lion pendant in dusty piles of old postcards... well, this would be quite a trashy fairy tale, I guess.
My grandma, a very devout and a bit superstitiously person, bought this Leo-amulet the next day I was born. Intending to make it a Birthday present, when I'd turn 18. Unexpectedly, my parents and I moved to Germany, when I was still 14. So, Granny took me aside a few days before the transfer... secretly, my parents wasn't evolved - it was a secret just between the two of us. And I was so good into hiding the amulet, till I would be old enough to wear it, that I actually forgot about its existence. Like... at all ^^" Moving into a foreign country was troublesome enough to keep my mind occupied with worries and hopes, there wasn't any free time to be reminiscent of old secrets.
So, if I wasn't searching for an old computer game, I was missing, and accidentally found a box full of old postcards, drawings and childish secrets, I would have never came across the pendant.

I also found tones of old poems I wrote... I was such a naive, romantic girl back then *embarrassed* But it's quite funny - when I was writing in Russian, I strictly preferred poetry, now, writing in German, I can only prose.and my English is only good for LJ-crap.
"...Давно уже не было такой мягкой осени,
Так нежно падающих жёлтых листов,
Багряных пятен гарцующей россыпи,
Шепотком разбегающихся, средь чуть тёплых стволов..."
Всё таки хорошо, что я перешёл на прозу и немого повзрослел))
It wasn't that easy to translate this one, but I gave it a try:
"... so sanft war kein Herbst vor dem heutigen,
von gelben Kronen fiel der Laub nie so weich,
Flammend rot, tänzelnd leicht war ihr Abwärtsflug
Und voller warmen Geflüster der Wald."
(the last poem I wrote in German, happened when I was all lovey-dovey with my ex.. so it should be a year ago now o.O")
But my favourite one is an untranslatable poem about dust, fighting against the human barbarians - "Пыльная хроника":
"... И снова пыль, опять в борьбе,
Она чихала на людей."
PS: But now I'm really motivated to work on the SciFi-project, which keeps me awake for quite a while now... Hopefully, the muse will be still waiting for me, when I'm done with all the exams. Although those are so flighty creatures~
P²S: just for the lulz >3 badass granny's girl >D

Whatever. I wish there were something of the kind for German texts - I'm really a bit curious about my stories. Besides, my Dad keeps telling me, my SciFi-tales are not SciFi at all. But then again - he doesn't take Ray Bradbury as a SciFi-author either o.O"
Next topic: sweet student life.
I'm done with two of my Very Important Exams. Freedom starts teasing me with the heady aroma~ but there is still one more test to go (it'll never end...) - biomolecular chemistry this time. Yes, it sounds just as scary as it is ò.ó
Unfortunately, the few scattered thunderstorms didn't bring enough cooling for me to fell comfortable outside, so I moved in with my books - and now we are living in the clinical centres library. Aren't we some big loving flagship family?
Aside from the great library there are although a student canteen, a few lecture rooms, study area with comfortable desks, internet access places, ... actually I was wondering most, when a real life invalid was crossing my way - I almost thought this little autonomic town was exclusively student-populated.

The poisoned apple in my personal paradise: The Great Temptation of free internet access....

It was nearly the closing time - otherwise the lounge would be filled with

(take a look at the destination panel)
Well, next topic: A Fairy Tale.
Sometimes life reminds us of myth stories: It could be some horror lullaby or a sweet romance, everything is possible. I'm sure everyone knows his own unbelievable stories to tell - so, how about this one: A week from her 23 B-Day a girl finds a golden lion pendant in dusty piles of old postcards... well, this would be quite a trashy fairy tale, I guess.
My grandma, a very devout and a bit superstitiously person, bought this Leo-amulet the next day I was born. Intending to make it a Birthday present, when I'd turn 18. Unexpectedly, my parents and I moved to Germany, when I was still 14. So, Granny took me aside a few days before the transfer... secretly, my parents wasn't evolved - it was a secret just between the two of us. And I was so good into hiding the amulet, till I would be old enough to wear it, that I actually forgot about its existence. Like... at all ^^" Moving into a foreign country was troublesome enough to keep my mind occupied with worries and hopes, there wasn't any free time to be reminiscent of old secrets.
So, if I wasn't searching for an old computer game, I was missing, and accidentally found a box full of old postcards, drawings and childish secrets, I would have never came across the pendant.

I also found tones of old poems I wrote... I was such a naive, romantic girl back then *embarrassed* But it's quite funny - when I was writing in Russian, I strictly preferred poetry, now, writing in German, I can only prose.
"...Давно уже не было такой мягкой осени,
Так нежно падающих жёлтых листов,
Багряных пятен гарцующей россыпи,
Шепотком разбегающихся, средь чуть тёплых стволов..."
Всё таки хорошо, что я перешёл на прозу и немого повзрослел))
It wasn't that easy to translate this one, but I gave it a try:
"... so sanft war kein Herbst vor dem heutigen,
von gelben Kronen fiel der Laub nie so weich,
Flammend rot, tänzelnd leicht war ihr Abwärtsflug
Und voller warmen Geflüster der Wald."
(the last poem I wrote in German, happened when I was all lovey-dovey with my ex.. so it should be a year ago now o.O")
But my favourite one is an untranslatable poem about dust, fighting against the human barbarians - "Пыльная хроника":
"... И снова пыль, опять в борьбе,
Она чихала на людей."
PS: But now I'm really motivated to work on the SciFi-project, which keeps me awake for quite a while now... Hopefully, the muse will be still waiting for me, when I'm done with all the exams. Although those are so flighty creatures~
P²S: just for the lulz >3 badass granny's girl >D

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Date: 2010-07-25 12:25 am (UTC)а второй сам по себе, по наитию как-то получился... не знаю, сложнее или проще, но было интереснее.
кроме переводов - вот есть парочка огрызков, еще более старых и перезамороченных, на кривом английском.
на остальное мне совсем стыдно было смотреть, и я все потерла )
a firebird came along and she looked nice
she was told to pay the double price
it won't fit into corridors and shone too bright
something could catch a fire they thought it might
so she stretched her wings and rose
above the crowd, so they all closed
their eyes as she headed to the sun
and their light now looked like one
they said she maybe burned away
proceeded further through the rain
and all except for two or three
forgot that some time they were free
--
fix that hole inside your head
don't be worried you're not dead
there are simple dreams and charming voices
but they never should affect your unique choices
watch the special ones for inspiration; be sincere,
calm your mind as you can; feelings will themselves appear.
and keep away from past affections
they slowly lead you old directions
when soul is uncertain - who for real
can differ an aspiration from a memory?
all you see and all you know
should be left all down below
on the edge of vision; stay aware
only for that you specially care.
the intentions let remain
that you see are not in vain.
if there's no progress at first
don't be quick to think the worse.
ask yourself a thousand times
is it worth a thousand tries?
if there's meaning - but there's bore
in something you've never seen before
then try to keep it for a day
that one of them will pass away.
care for those who never meant
to seem unintelligent
but they are; and never more
then to show them proper door
there are millions of them so
help them gently there below
but keep your time; what stays there higher
lacks attention and enquire.
disillusions never should
chase you off the ways you would
choose to reveal; all stupid case
was illusion in wrong place.