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Jonkonnu if you want to. That was a custom that got started
Bur Armenians have a talent for sorrow.
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ludic: cigarette
You really do have ice in your veins,
don't you, said Damen.
Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.
A whole roasted lamb - stuffed with lamb sausages, organ and glandbreads, dried fruits and currants, tomato/garlic/onion mush, the entirety cardamomated, corianderized, cumined, cloved - was brought out on a spit, danced around. The carcassbearers were women, further gorgeous bursting Slavs,
Jesper couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. "Only Nina and Matthias speak Fjerdan."
"I speak Fjerdan," Wylan protested.
"Schoolroom Fjerdan, right? I bet you speak Fjerdan about as well as I speak moose."
"Moose is probably your native tongue," mumbled Wylan.
out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. The
Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.
My dear Natalya Petrovna, there's funny and funny.
Marie Laurencin.
airing the marmots
Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
Brothers Karamazov
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!
India Lima Yankee
You're under my skin, Mirceo. When we parted, you took my heart with you. Go easy with it, okay?" "I'll protect it forever, just as you'll protect mine." "You
Don't take your hands off me even once tonight. (Vlad)
Mister Hawe, you come along, not satisfied with ropin
yee naaldlooshii." "The
Mellingey Stream
Roza. You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate.- Dimitri Belikov (Blood Promise)
Erchomai , I am coming
Veni, I have come
Mirth is God's medicine.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
Vas happening Selene?
Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesy like a club.
I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?
because none of you know what you want follow me
because I'm not going anywhere
I'll just bleed so the stars can have something dark to shine in
look at my legs I am the Nijinsky of dreams
daren't open my sandwich
Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we!
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Och, lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home.
Disgusting Serbs, get out!
Marzipan's a private matter!
Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
[Alexei Nemov] has the best feel for the aesthetics of the sport. He doesn't just do a skill; he makes it look gorgeous. Some gymnasts think if their arm is bent a little it doesn't matter, but Nemov understands it matters.
Oh, Karamazov, I am deeply unhappy.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
Semmelweis reflex. They
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
Ivan and I: the world converging.
Malina and I, since we are one: the world diverging.
Becky, are you studying conversational Yiddish?
My brother,' Mortin says as Leidan shuffles away. 'So much potential, wasted.' He takes a swig of beer. I wonder whose potential he really thinks is wasted. I look through his upturned drink at the walls and ceiling. Things look sadder when glimpsed through alcohol.
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O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)
Toska." He leaned forward, too. "It's a Russian word. It has no translation into any other language, but the closest I've heard is the ache. A longing. The sense that something is missing, and even if you're not sure what it is, you ache for it. Down to your bones.
Stop busting my balls, Soren. I'm out of tea.
Marjoram ... Blushes.
Baghra," Nikolai said, "how are you this evening?"
"Still old and blind," she snarled.
"And charming," Nikolai drawled. "Never forget charming."
"Whelp."
"Hag."
"What do you want, pest?
har anche sakht va ostovar ast dood mishavad va be hava miravad.
Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.
She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.
How do Polish people spell farm? E-I-E-I-O
Vorobyaninov, I've got a pressing artistic task for you,' he whispered. 'Go over to the exit from the first-class hallway and stand there. If somebody approaches, start singing, loudly.'
The old man was taken aback. 'But what should I sing?'
'Not "God Save the Tsar," that's for sure!
He was only thirty-eight. His body was clean, well-fed, and benign. He had all his teeth. A fresh Armenian joke stirred in his head like a child in its mother's womb. He thought life was wonderful.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
I don't know what the word is in Austrian.
Enguerran looked up at Damen. The last
time they had faced one another,
Enguerran had been trying to
bar Damen from Touars's hall. An
Akielon has no place in the company of
men.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MAZARIN STONE
My name is Dimitri Belikov. I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess.
Even if we have to go without bread, we Albanians do not violate principles. We do not betray Marxism - Leninism.
If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
Anyway Ri Ri what rhymes wit your name really? Money got you vacationing in Chile
Too many bleak years have passed over this little spot of Central Europe, and they've drained all the warmth out of this house. They have killed any desire for friendliness and, let me repeat it, you won't find anything in the least like intimacy here.
I love you, Mira ... my Mate. My life. You're my everything.
Tastes like something that rhymes with cat." -Apollon
Russia! Russia ... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like counters; there is nothing to tempt or enchant the onlooker's gaze. But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you?
...17nastai hugshin emegtei...
Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?
The others down by the melon bed. Nagaina spun clear round,
What made somethi<>ng>ngng> precious? Losi<>ng>ngng> it and findi<>ng>ngng> it.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
Harold Bazin loves to talk
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
Busy days galore ... thoughts in a kaleidoscope of dervish dances.
Moominpappa: "Tell us all that's happening out in the world!"
Snufkin: "Fuss and misery."
- from "Moomin and Family Life" comic strip
I speak a little bit of Russian.
What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.
Be careful,' Irene warned Miri. 'All boys want the same thing.'
So do girls, Miri thought.
The young man is currently standing in the hallway, dripping on the handmade silk rug that the Emperor of the Indies presented to His Majesty's grandmother. He is insisting on speaking with His Majesty."
"It's a very ugly rug," Mendanbar said. "That's why we put it in the entry hall.
Of course we got drunk!" Semyon said. "It's okay to get drunk, Anton. If you need to real bad. Only you have to get drunk on vodka. Cognac and wine - that's all for the heart."
"So what's vodka for?"
"For the soul. If it's hurting real bad
The Earth, its life I am, hozhoni, hozhoni.
Running to stand still
-Lena
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
My beautiful Ivey.
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.
Kazakhstan is Mackinder's Heartland!
For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!
Adrian's new research partner stepped through the door, and I knew the uneasy peace we'd just established in Palm Springs was about to shatter.
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.
He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.
Russians understand the rhythm of despair.
I am a Slavic musician and it is deeply inside of me.
Some slight friction threatening in the Balkans, sir.
So this is my Pathetic Loser's confession: I am Oren Tenning, and I have fallen. Hard.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.