vodkas: не раздражай даму. (Спокойно Скрипач)
[Missing out on a fun event is never cool, especially when it's a result of sleeping in for more than a week. After getting some fresh air, Russia decided to do something productive -- he volunteered at a local animal shelter! Animals are cute and (usually) not so picky about who they befriend. Especially the simple-minded ones. And that's really all he needs right now, a friend who will love him unconditionally. Or even better, an entire kennel of them!

As the Dreamberry he left on a nearby shelf along with a few other things begins recording, Russia can be seen in one such kennel. Cats and dogs are all running around, clawing, biting, barking, hissing and just being rowdy overall. His job is to round them all up and get them back into their cages. But as soon as they sense Russia approaching, everything grows dead silent.

Each animal runs back to his or her respective cage. Some of the smarter ones even manage to pull the gates closed. It would seem the critters would rather cower in terror in the corners of their respective confinements than to deal with Russia.

Well, this sucks. Russia has no choice but to call it a day and come back tomorrow.]


I am finished... for today.....
vodkas: У него еще чатлы есть. (Скрипач свистит)
[Did you miss this creepy yet somewhat adorable yet very fucking creepy guy? Well it would seem that your prayers have been answered, because here he is on the Dreamberry network once again, and in his hands, he holds a book. It's not a real book, unfortunately. He couldn't find the story he was looking for, so he got a blank fancy journal and filled in the story from memory.]

Privyet! Who would like to hear wonderful story?

Once upon a time, there lived old man and woman. They were impoverished and lacking the most basic of resources due to harsh economic conditions and lack of work but managed to scrape up small bits of remaining flour and butter until there was enough to make small kolobok.

[He turns the book around so that it's facing the Dreamberry and everyone can see the little bread ball he drew -- aww, it even has a smiling face and rosy cheeks.]

Kolobok was left on windowsill to cool. He jumped off to escape. Soon, he ran into hungry rabbit. Rabbit asked where Kolobok was running to, and Kolobok answered with song:

I was scraped from cabinets
fried in butter
chilled on window
fled from grandpa
fled from grandma
and will now flee from you.

[The story then continues in a very similar fashion, and Kolobok runs into a hungry wolf and a bear. Each time, he repeats the song, adds a line about the last foe he managed to escape, and flees.]

...Then Kolobok ran into hungry fox. Fox asked, "Where are you running to, little Kolobok, my sweet friend?" Kolobok answered again:

I was scraped from cabinets
fried in butter
chilled on window
fled from grandpa
fled from grandma
fled from rabbit
fled from wolf
fled from bear
and will now flee from you.

But fox was very clever. He told Kolobok, "I cannot hear you! Come sit on my snout and say again." Kolobok did so, but fox claimed to not hear again. "Come sit on my tongue and say again," he suggested. Kolobok did so...

And he was eaten.

[...Russian folk tales tend to not end well.]

So! What was moral of story?

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