Yashô (Japanese, 1782-1825), Bat In Flight, Ink On Paper.

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Today I cried a little bit because I remembered that when Beethoven conducted his ninth symphony for the first time he got a standing ovation and one of the sopranos had to turn him around to see the audience. 

Please help my son and I eat.

I like to this off with, I have been hired at a job. If you been keeping up with my journey . I’ve been working my ass off and right now this part of waiting for a direct deposit is absolutely annoying. I told myself I would only come back for emergencies and boost other posts. However my son and I are hungry. I’m at .51 cents ☹️

I’m not too sure how much to ask for because I don’t even feel comfortable enough to write this (I had a bad day) If anybody has the funds to spare enough so we can eat. That will be amazing. It’s been such a tiring process trying to get back into the swing of working especially during this pandemic. I wish I had the funds for us :(

If you feel comfortable to donate, share and boost this post.

I’m sorry for asking for so much help. I’m just trying to make sure my son and I can live and survive. Please please please donate !!

Venmo: Chocolategoddess6

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The cast of The Empire Strikes Back at a photo call in London - 1980

Our islands are not a playground for your little "intrepid soul search". Pull up or fuck off

Another version, arranged by Mykola Leontovych. Usually I’m not a big fan of classical arrangements of folk songs but this one’s really pretty:

https://soundcloud.com/vzadorojniy/leontovich_iz-za_gory_snizhok_letit

translated lyrics

(second version mostly, stuff between brackets belongs in the first version)

Snow flies from the mountain

[alt.Fire burns on the mountain]

and in the valley, a cossack lies

{cut and shot,  covered with a red cloth]

with a raven crowing at his head

and his steed pacing at his feet [alt. crying]

Do not pace, my steed, 

do not trample the earth

Run along the road

[alt. Oh my black steed,

my loyal companion

do not cry for me

run along the wide steppe road]

so that the Tatars may not catch you

May not take the saddle off your back

[ when you arrive at my fathers yard

hit the fence

When you arrive at the gates

beat them with your hooves]

My father [alt. My sister] will come out and unsaddle you

My mother will come out and ask you

“Well , black horse, where is my young son?”

[Your son, Mother, served the Khan

the Crimean Tatar

He served so well he got a fine lady for it

A proud and wealthy princess]

Don’t cry mother, don’t be sad

For your son has married

Took a fine young lady for himself

with a pit-house in the open field....

take a handful of sand

[ she rose early with the stars

washed the sand with her tears]

when that sand will sprout

your son will return from the army

the sand doesn’t sprout

the son doesn’t return from the war campaign...

bonus version:

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terrorists: strike manchester

media: that's!! horrible!! oh my goodness!! #prayformanchester

terrorists: strike egypt/syria/jordan

media: cricket noises