#Sputnik

[thererisesaredstar]

Vote Communist (1958)

[kromato]

Nika has no fear

[never-rxne]

──── sputnik

“Ever since that day, Sumire’s private name for Miu was Sputnik Sweetheart. Sumire loved the sound of it. It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of space. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could the dog possibly be looking at?” —Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart. 

notes: she just deserves to rest what can i say. :( have this little- i don't even know what this is. domestic vignettes?

concept: listen to the rain whispering outside. it is a steady white noise that lulls Sevika to sleep when nothing else could. time slows to a stop. late morning; you let the minutes tick by without consequence. there is nowhere to be. you and Sevika lie in bed with Sevika’s head resting on your chest. you keep your arms around her, running your fingers lazily through her hair, threading through the streaks of grey among the dark, straight strands. she is safe here in your arms. no one is out for her. nothing is haunting her. her heart beats in rhythm to your own, so that if you close your eyes you can imagine you are breathing as one body. Sevika stirs, mumbles something in her sleep. her soft snoring covered by the gentle song of rain.

concept: listen to the music playing from the record player. Sevika picks from the vinyls as carefully as if they determine the course of her life. her favorite jazz musicians, bossa nova artists, lined up neatly in the crate. she likes to play the music while she fixes up her prosthetic, and you sit quietly near her holding the tools. you know she doesn't need any help, but you like to rest your head on her shoulder and watch her at work. she hums along to the songs sometimes.

slow evenings with the music, dancing in the small kitchen with the lights off and candles lit. Sevika says it's corny but she'll give you a spin and then dip you, lip-syncing to ella fitzgerald. stay in this moment. fall deeper in love with her. her hair is still damp from the bath earlier and she smells like soap. a hint of the scent of spices cling to her hands from making dinner earlier. she is happier than she has been in a long time.

concept: listen to the silence after a fight. the dripping water in the sink. you both have said things you didn't mean. you have both hurt each other. Sevika doesn't apologize, but you can feel her remorse permeate the air. you can feel it in the way she closes the doors, the way she stops briefly outside the room you're in.

later at night you lie in bed as you usually do but the silence still hangs heavy over you. the moon is high and bright outside the window, and looking over you can see the profile of Sevika's face watching its nocturnal ascent.  

into the darkness she says, you know when they sent the second satellite out they put a dog named laika in the spacecraft. it was never recovered and the dog ended up dying. imagine it, drifting and drifting alone in space. 

you know she means, please don’t let me go. please don’t release me when i lose control, don’t let me be lost to space. the gravitational forces that allow us to meet for just a moment in this vast circle of eternity, then part again—they aren’t for us. 

so you close the space between you, wrap your arms around her neck and hook a leg over her waist, clinging close to her and burying your face in her hair. she doesn’t look away from the window, she keeps watching the clouds pass over the moon. but she pulls you close to her with her one arm. you press your lips to her cheek. we’re not like the satellites, you whisper. and i will not leave you. 

i will not leave you.

[sputniksflight]

@arkhaichno tagged me some time ago (thank you^^), why the name of my blog - the reason is fairly simple: I'm a collector and an armchair historian with some background in academia, Space Race is one of my area of interes, especially as represented in art and everyday items^^ I have an old podstakannik and a regenerated Polyot watch that inspired me to pick the name^__^ Contrary to what might seem, I can barely use Cyryllic script, I can only read it in capitals/print, having severe issues with handwritten/lowercase, and rely on every Slavs' superpower, that is between 20-60% understanding of fellow Slavs to communicate verbally to a better or worse effect 🤣

Feel free to join the tagging game, what is the reason/meaning behind/for your blog name, if any (no pressure/ignore)^^ : @toonxar @ayliaan @sorok0put @shnezok @karparik @scarecraux

[sovietpostcards]

Ded Moroz arrives to a children's New Year party in a sputnik troika. Photo by A. Cheprunov (Kremlin hall, Moscow, Dec. 1958).

[zuzandr]

Some merch i did for the reverse 1999 zine I talked about some time ago

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[hexadecimaltimetravel0]

I am the biggest fan

I'm sorry, I forgot to add Lucy, I'm sorry.... >⁠.⁠<

[henk-heijmans]

It’s time for the child to get out of the water... - Sputnik

[bathmat30000]

oksana akinshina ♡︎

[thererisesaredstar]

Laika (1961)

[vxmpyree]

Hi hello hi :333 i would like to request headcanons of Nikto’s pet hyena sputnik :333 he is very silly and very fluffy and he needs more love

sputnik squeaks to say hi!!

she play-fights often, like a big dog. but sputnik doesn't quite know her strength. nikto doesn't have enough fingers to count how many times she's almost ripped his arm off or chewed through his hand. he has little bite scars from her ragged teeth, and long, thin scratches from her mean claws.

nikto found sputnik in an enemy camp, caged up and waiting for battle. at first, he planned on putting her down like the other fighting animals there, but he, of all people, didn't have the heart to do so. she was snappy, but she was young and not yet hardened and trained to bite his face off.

nikto trained sputnik into his own fighting pet, one that wasn't chained up at all times. but maybe sputnik isn't better off in the hands of a man like him, even if he really does treat her well.

sputnik loves missions out in dry climates :] she likes batting at tumbleweeds and chasing after skittering bugs while off-duty.

she hates baths!! nikto can hardly wrangle her into the tub, and when she does she'll try to sneak past him and hop out. even after he cleans her, she'll run off to find a patch of fresh mud to sully her clean fur with :[

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

BY THE LIGHT & POWER OF THE STARS -- PROPELLING THE SOVIET DREAM TO NEW FRONTIERS.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on Soviet Space Program-themed pin-up titled "Starlight," artwork by Russian pin-up artist and/or illustrator, Sveta Shubina, c. 2020.

Resolution at 1116×1445 & 1080x1347.

Sources: www.reddit.com/r/Spacegirls/comments/16gir14 & X.

[sovietpostcards]

Young pioneers by the Palace of Pioneers on Lenin Hills. Photo by Isaak Tunkel (Moscow, 1962).

[chocolatechipkraken]

mothmen that evolved to mimic spacecraft

[bobdobalina]

Xavier González Iñiguez, Sputnik/Sputnick, c. 1957, linocut, 40 × 30 cm.

Held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, featured in their current exhibit "Democratizing Prints: The JoAnn Edinburg Pinkowitz Gift."

On October 4, 1957, the Soviet Union was the first country to launch a satellite, Sputnik 1. It triggered a period of anxiety in the West because of the perceived gap between the technological capabilities of the United States and the Soviet Union. This print celebrates the satellite’s orbit: in its wake is a stream of doves, and, below, people dance and play music. González Iñiguez created the print shortly after he joined the Taller de Gráfica Popular in Mexico City in 1956. Rather than reflecting any anxiety the event provoked, he seems to have regarded the launch as a cause of celebration.

[stari-hun]

Vertin gaslighting members of the suitcase yet again