русский принадлежащий мне дорогой
Saturday, August 29, 2009 8:49 PM /
to topHIHI (:
I've got a cool title eh ?
It's "Russian my dear" hahaha
(:
I'm getting addicted to latin nowadays and some foreign languages :P
Anyway, I'm going to post (: obviously...
before doing my homework :D
hahahaha
How's school?
schola eram prodigiosus (:
"school was amazing" in latin hahaha
my facebook is full of latin now :D
is est bonus scio aliquantulus of latin
It's good to know a bit of latin because some poems contain some phrases of it (:
hahahaha
I totallyyyyy diligo(love) my english classsss
it's so FUN :D
EVERYTIME! not only the first time :D
HAHAHAHAHA
наука быть грамматический определенный член единственный вещь я ненавидеть
science is the only thing i hate :|
It's the only thing that I don't really enjoy in schoool. hahaha
There are going to be english, latin and russian in this post (:
Because i'm cool like that. HAHAHAHA XD don't take that seriously, ok? I learnt that phrases from school.
it's supposed to be because it's (languages) coool :D
I'm just in love with latin right now hahaha
I love the poems we are learning in schoool!
we're learning "DULCE ET DECORUM EST" by wilfred owen (:
sadly, he died a week before WW1 ended ...exactly a week D:
there's so many reasons why it's sad and stuff. but this is not a lecture blog so I shall keep it to myself (:
just read the poem, it's very meaningful. there's so much more than to just describe it.
when you read this, please try to visualise yourself in WW1. you're one of those soldiers.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST * It is sweet and fitting thing.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots.
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lane, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ectasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est,
Pro patria mori. * It is a sweet and fitting thing to die for one's country.
well, i gotta go now.
will talk more in the other post (:
deus beatus vos,
NAT ;D
a alio sic decorus amo vos est impossible ut reperio, Я действительно надобность ты к знать высшая отметка за классную работу лицо так красивый похожий ты быть невозможный к находить