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Józef Rapacki - At Dusk (In a Birch Grove), 1914

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Sonnet 89

by Pablo Neruda

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more: I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. I want what I love to continue to live, and you whom I love and sang above everything else to continue to flourish, full-flowered: so that you can reach everything my love directs you to. so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

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Oj, czyj to kin’ stojit’, szczosyva hryvon’ka Spodobalas’ meni, spodobalas’ meni Taja divczynon’ka

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Bohun appreciation post

Because reasons.

“He saw now a young hero, straight as a poplar, with splendid brunette face, and rich, dark, drooping mustache. On that face gladness burst through the pensive mood of the Ukraine, as the sun through a mist. The leader had a lofty forehead, on which his dark hair drooped as a mane above his powerful brow. An aquiline nose, dilated nostrils, and white teeth, shining at every smile, gave the face a slight expression of rapacity; but on the whole it was a model of Ukraine beauty, luxuriant, full of character and defiance.”

“The haughty Bohun refused every guardianship, and was ready to defend his Cossack freedom with the sword. It was said, too, that a smile never appeared on the lips of this strange man. He lived not in Lubni, but in a village which he raised from its ashes, and which was called Rozlogi.”

“If she lays hands on herself, then what? I’ll tear you apart and then myself. I’ll break my head against a rock, I’ll gnaw people like a dog. I would have given my soul for her, Cossack fame. I would have fled beyond the Yagorlik from the regiments to the end of the earth, to live with her, to die at her side. That’s what I would have done. But she stabbed herself with a knife, and through whom? Through me! She stabbed herself with a knife! Do you hear?”

“From among the names of various colonels and Cossack atamans this one had come to the top, and was on every lip on both banks of the Dnieper. Blind minstrels sang songs of Bohun in market-places and shops, and at evening meetings they told wonders about the young leader.”

“He never warmed any place long. (…) at times he lived like a monk, spoke to no man, escaped to the steppe. Then again he surrounded himself with blind minstrels, and listened to their songs and stories for days at a time, heaping gold on them.”

“the world is wide,–one road to him, another to me. I have not known him, nor heard of him; but let him not draw near the princess, or as I live I’ll flash my sabre in his eyes.”

“This is my family, this is my right and parchment, this is my matchmaker and best man! Oh, traitors! oh, cursed blood of the enemy! A Cossack was good enough for you to be a friend and a brother with whom to go to the Crimea, get Turkish wealth, divide spoils. Oh! you fondled him and called him a son, betrothed the maiden to him. Now what? A noble came, a petted Pole. You deserted the Cossack, the son, the friend,–plucked out his heart. She is for another; and do you gnaw the earth, Cossack, if you like!”

“War does not give life to men, but death; therefore I wanted to see you once more before going to the field. And you would mourn over me, for you are my friends from the heart, are you not?”

“If I had not loved you, I should have been free as the wind in the field, free in heart and in soul, and full of glory (…) Your face is my misfortune, your eyes are my misfortune; neither freedom is dear to me, nor Cossack glory!”

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My study of Skrzetuski from the movie “With Fire and Sword” or “Ogniem i Mieczem” in polish (don’t try to pronounce that🙃🙃🙃). The movie is okay 👍 that’s my review

Imma draw Bohun someday

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An example of pobratymy (побратими, bracia ślubni) from the Old Polish culture:

watercolor by the famous Polish artist, Juliusz Kossak (1824-1899), 43,5 cm X 33 cm, 1857, used as an illustration to Zygmunt Gloger's (1845-1910) The Old Polish Encyclopedia (Encyklopedia staropolska), for the entry Bracia ślubni (vol. I, 1990, p. 194):

Bracia ślubni. Tradycja głosi o dawnym zwyczaju polskim — zaprzysięgania sobie nawzajem miłości braterskiej dozgonnej przez ludzi, niepołączonych z sobą węzłami pokrewieństwa, ale tylko przyjaźni. I był to ślub przyjaźni — uroczysty, piękny, dochowywany wiernie do grobu. Ci co sobie dozgonną wiarę przyjaźni poprzysięgli, nosili miano „braci ślubnych“. Temat powyższy posłużył w połowie XIX wieku dwum wielkim artystom polskim do osnucia na nim dwuch utworów: Zygmunt Kaczkowski napisał prześliczną powieść 3-tomową p. n. „Bracia ślubni“, a Juljusz Kossak wykonał akwarellę, przedstawiającą przysięgę wzajemną dwuch rycerzy, wyruszających na wojnę. Z obrazu Kossaka podajemy podobiznę, a z powieści Kaczkowskiego słowa podniosłej przysięgi: „A kiedybyśmy obadwa tylko jeden grosz mieli, tedy połowa należeć będzie jednemu, a połowa drugiemu. A kiedyby nam obudwum tylko jedna pozostała ręka, tedy ta ręka ma pracować na chleb dla obudwuch. A kiedyby nam obudwum tylko dwie zostały nogi, tedy te nogi mają nosić ciała obudwuch“.

Married brothers. Tradition tells of an old Polish custom — taking a mutual oath of lifelong brotherly love by people not connected by kinship, but only by friendship. And it was a vow of friendship — solemn, beautiful, faithfully kept until the grave. Those who swore undying faith and friendship to each other were called "married brothers". In the mid-19th century, the above topic was used by two great Polish artists: Zygmunt Kaczkowski wrote a beautiful three-volume novel called "Married Brothers", and Juliusz Kossak made a watercolor depicting the mutual oath of two knights going to war. We put here a copy of Kossak's painting, and from Kaczkowski's novel we quote the words of a solemn oath: "And if we both had only one penny, then half would belong to one and half to the other. And if we both have only one hand left, then this hand must work for bread for both of us. And if we both have only two legs left, then these legs are to carry the bodies of both of us."

@kozakk, something specially for you!

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Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment and my pleasure, I present you some photo manipulation by an anonymous author who wishes to remain unknown. Of course, with the author’s permission and blessing. I hope you will find much joy in it as, so did I

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we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....

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I have this one friend, the meeting with whom is always like the sun shining all over my life. Being with her even for a little while, even in a hurry, always lifts me up and brings me joy, puts a huge smile on my face and leaves me positively energized for long after. (And from what I know - it's the same way for her.)

And it's just so delightful to imagine Jan and Jurko being like that for each other. ❤️

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Bohun = cossack goth pass it on

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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.

If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.

Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

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He still deserves a break though!

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Bohun this, Skrzetuski that, Kmicic my ass but why is nobody talking about Książe Jeremi Michał Korybut Wiśniowiecki? Don't you see the unlimited dilf potential here? The long hair? The moustache? The power he holds? The terror he ignites in Cossacks? The sick ass outfit? The way he's serving cunt? Dude literally stands next to Vlad The Impaler, vibing as he's impaling his enemies and everybody is what? Sleeping on him. Y'all are sleeping on him.