#and pryvit

[dickggansey]

i should have learnt ukrainian as a child i rlly should have it would have been cool languages are so cool

[aubreyxd]

hello in every language

Afrikaans: Hallo | Albanian: Përshëndetje | Amharic: ሀሎ(Hālo) | Arabic: مرحبًا (Mrhban) | Armenian: Բարեւ(Barev) | Assamese: নমস্কাৰ | Aymara: Kamisaki | Azerbaijani: Salam | Bambara: aw ni baara | Basque: Kaixo | Belarusian: добры дзень(Dobry dzień) | Bengali: হ্যালো(Hyālō) | Bhojpuri: प्रणाम | Bosnian: Zdravo | Bulgarian: Здравейте(Zdraveĭte) | Catalan: Hola | Cebuano: Hello | Chichewa: Moni | Chinese(Simplified): 你好(Nǐ hǎo) | Chinese(Traditional): 你好(Nǐ hǎo) | Corsican: Bonghjornu | Croatian: zdravo | Czech: Ahoj | Danish: Hej | Dhivehi: އައްސަލާމް ޢަލައިކުމް(assalaam 'alaikum) | Dogri: नमस्कार | Dutch: Hallo | Esperanto: Saluton | Estonian: Tere | Ewe: Hello | Filipino: Kamusta | Finnish: Hei | French: Bonjour | Frisian: Hallo | Galician: Ola | Georgian: გამარჯობა(gamarjoba) | German: Hallo | Greek: Γειά σου(Geiá so) | Guarani: Mba'éichapa | Gujarati: નમસ્તે(Namastē) | Haitian Creole: Bonjou | Hausa: Sannu | Hawaiian: Aloha | Hebrew: שלום | Hindi: नमस्ते(namaste) | Hmong: Nyob zoo | Hungarian: Helló | Icelandic: Halló | Igbo: Nnọọ | Ilocano: Hello | Indonesian: Halo | Irish: Dia dhuit | Italian: Ciao | Japanese: こんにちは(Kon'nichiwa) | Javanese: Halo | Kannada: ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ | Kazakh: Сәлеметсіз бе(Sälemetsiz be) | Khmer: ជំរាបសួរ(chomreabsuor) | Kinyarwanda: Mwaramutse | Konkani: हॅलो |Korean: 안녕하세요(annyeonghaseyo) | Krio: Adu | Kurdish (Kurmanji): Slav |Kurdish ( Sorani) سڵاو | Kyrgyz: Салам(Salam) | Lao: ສະບາຍດີ(sabaidi) | Latin: Salve | Latvian: Sveiki | Lingala: Mbote | Lithuanian: Sveiki | Luganda: Nkulamusizza | Luxembourgish: Hallo | Macedonian: Здраво(Zdravo) | Maithili: नमस्कार | Malagasy: Salama | Malay: Hello | Malayalam: ഹലോ(halayaa) | Maltese: Bongu | Maori: Kia ora | Marathi: नमस्कार(Namaskāra) | Meitelion (Manipuri): ꯍꯦꯜꯂꯣ | Mizo: Chibai | Mongolian: Сайн уу(Sain uu) | Myanmar (Burmese): မင်္ဂလာပါ | Nepali: नमस्कार(Namaskāra) | Norwegian: Hallo | Odia(Oriya): ନମସ୍କାର | Oromo: Akkam | Pashto: سلام | Persian: سلام | Polish: Witam | Portuguese: Olá | Punjabi: ਸਤ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਅਕਾਲ(Sata srī akāla) | Quechua: Allinllachu | Romanian: Buna ziua | Russian: привет(Privet) | Samoan: Talofa | Sanskrit: नमस्ते | Scots Gaelic: Halò | Sepedi: Thobela | Serbian: Здраво(Zdravo) | Sesotho: Lumela | Shona: Mhoro | Sindhi: سلام | Sinhala: ආයුබෝවන්(āyubōvan) | Slovak: Ahoj | Slovenian: zdravo | Somali: Hello | Spanish: Hola | Sundanese: Halo | Swahili: habari | Swedish: Hallå | Tajik: Салом(Salom) | Tamil: வணக்கம்(Vaṇakkam) | Tatar: Сәлам | Telugu: హలో(Halō) | Thai: สวัสดี(S̄wạs̄dī) | Tigrinya: ሰላም | Tsonga: Avuxeni | Turkish: Merhabam | Turkmen: salam | Twi: Hɛlo | Ukrainian: привіт(pryvit) | Urdu: ہیلو | Uyghur: ياخشىمۇسىز | Uzbek: Salom | Vietnamese: Xin chào | Welsh: Helo | Xhosa: Mholo | Yiddish: העלא(hela) | Yoruba: Pẹlẹ o | Zulu: Sawubona

[redjaybathood]

Hi!

I live Finland and because war we have many refugees from Ukraine. So if I may ask as person that doesn't speak Ukrainian or Russian how tell languages apart especially by listening.

Slava Ukraine

Героям слава!

Tbh I think you still need to listen to some Ukrainian and Russian speech, or at least one of them, to be able to recognize it.

Like, Ukrainian speech is softer than Russian due to phonetics. G/h sounds in Ukrainian where Russian only has G. Even the words that look similar will be pronounced differently. Like the basic "hi": Ukrainian Pryvit! vs Russian Privet! Or, "no": Ni in Ukrainian, Niet in Russian. (Although if you hear "Nit!" It's a Ukrainian meme).

Other words and phrases will be very different. "Yes": Tak in Ukrainian, Da in Russian. (Although if you hear Ta, it's Ukrainian regional, sometimes it might sound like hard T, almost D. While Russians also have a word 'tak' but it means 'this way/is that right' etc). "Please/You're welcome (as an answer to thank you)": Bud' laska in Ukrainian, Pozhaluysta in Russian.

So yeah, if it's really important to you, you can watch some videos in Ukrainian for better understanding how it sounds. Nowadays you can often find English subtitles for YouTube videos. Try "Telebachennya Toronto" for news, investigations, memes. If you have any particular hobbies, you can let me know and I'll see if I can find something among my subscriptions. Also, Ukrainian music!

In writing, if you see Є/є, І/i or Ї/ї anythere it's Ukrainian. If Э/э, Ё/ё or Ы/ы, ъ it's Russian. However, if you see both э, ы and і at the same time, check if there's ў - this will be Belarusian.

[demiurgeua]

Українська артилерія нищить техніку рашистських загарбників

The artillery of the Ukrainian Armed Forces destroys the military equipment of the russian invaders. Українські артилеристи передали нищівний «привіт» окупантам – АрміяInform https://armyinform.com.ua/2024/04/30/ukrayinski-artylerysty-peredaly-nyshhivnyj-pryvit-okupantam/ Російсько-українська війна (з 2014) — Вікіпедія uk.wikipedia.org/wiki/Російсько-українська_війна_(з_2014) Російське вторгнення…

[rostyslavua]

Привіт польським страйкарям: історичний рейс з вантажівками від Укрзалізниці

https://antiraid.com.ua/news/pryvit-polskym-strajkariam-istorychnyj-rejs-z-vantazhivkamy-vid-ukrzaliznytsi/ “Укрзалізниця” відправила до сусідньої Польщі, автошляхи з якою перекриті страйкарями, перший контрейлерний поїзд, якій складається з 23 платформ, на які було завантажено 13 тягачів з напівпричепами. Про це повідомляє національний перевізник, наголошуючи, що над цим проєктом компанія працювала два тижні. Про це повідомляє АНТИРЕЙД з посиланням на «Апостроф». Поїзд курсує від станції Скнилів на Львівщині […] Повідомлення Привіт польським страйкарям: історичний рейс з вантажівками від “Укрзалізниці” з'явилися спочатку на ANTIRAID. via ANTIRAID https://antiraid.com.ua/home/ December 08, 2023 at 12:00PM

[lizzibennet]

i hate listening to music in languages i don’t speak bc i feel like listening to words i don’t understand is too distracting but spotify recommended me a russian song and the tune won’t get out of my head even tho i don’t speak a word of russian. guess i’ll have to learn a whole ass new language then

[likestvrlight]

*  KAELIE  MORAIS  (  @violentdesires​  )

GREEN EYES WATCH as children are picked up by their parents , her fingers resting on haley’s back . her smile widens when alec and klara come running over , bending to wrap her arms around both children . “  pryvit moyi lyubi , ”  the darklighter nuzzles her cheek against alec’s head , lifting him when he doesn’t let go of her neck . she takes klara’s hand , turning and offering a smile when she recognises one of the other mothers , who klara immediately starts tugging her towards upon seeing her daughter . “  hi , ”  lucie greets kaelie , smiling as she adjusts her hold on alec , careful of haley .

[hotsumiozaki]

Pryvit druzi yak spravy,

die letzte Nachtschicht liegt hinter mir und ich habe bis round about 14 Uhr geschlafen, natürlich nicht durch, aber das ist nebensächlich. Bin ein wenig unschlüssig darüber ob das gut war,so lange zu schlafen, hat zwar gut getan und ich war relaxed und voller Tatendrang, habe auch alles erledigt was anlag, aber dann bin ich heute wieder so lange wach...und ein normaler Rhythmus wäre zur Abwechslung nicht verkehrt. Ihr merkt schon die großen Probleme die die Welt bedeuten.

Nach unserem gestrigen Abstecher in eine andere, spirituelle Welt möchte ich von euch wissen ob ihr mehr davon lesen wollt oder eher Sorge habt das das hier zu einem Esoterik-Nachhilfe-Blog verkommt?

[the-girl-in-the-box]

Not Today XXVI

A/N: So, there's gonna be a lot of plot here that we've sort of... seen in the show? But it is necessary to move the plot forward, and I hope I've changed it up enough to keep it interesting! I'm also hoping to focus a lot on the "behind the scenes" of Ivar's and Asta's plans, but also soon we'll be getting more answers to what the end of the last chapter means! Until then, I hope you enjoy this update! Skål!

Summary:  When Ivar takes the throne of Kattegat, Lagertha flees to Wessex along with Björn, Ubbe, Torvi, and the Bishop Heahmund. There, they seek the aid of King Alfred. This aid comes in the form of his sister, Aethelind, who agrees to travel to Kattegat and try to reason Ivar, who she spent some time with during their youth, when her grandfather King Ecbert hosted Ragnar Lothbrok in their castle. Now, she is the only hope for Lagertha and her supporters to retake Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless.

Masterlist

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They woke the next morning to the sound of bells, and to the feeling of Oleg shoving them slightly to wake them. “Ivar, Asta. Get up,” he said, and Asta grumbled and buried her face more into Ivar’s shoulder. His grip on her only tightened as she squirmed a little closer.

Oleg tried again, and this time, the pair stirred and looked up at him, irritation clear in their eyes- as well as a bit of exhaustion. “We have to leave,” he said, and went to wake up Igor, who still slept where Asta had put him to bed.

Once Asta had gotten up, and Ivar was sitting up as she went to straighten her hair, he began to speak. “I was dreaming, that my wine was poisoned, and that that’s the reason why I did not drink it,” he said, his eyes following her across the room. He finally tore his eyes from her to look to Oleg. “Why did you have to kill your brother?”

Oleg paused, turning back to look at Ivar. Asta had also stopped moving about and was now watching Oleg. He turned, looked to Igor, and answered, “Because this child belongs to me. Not to Askold, not to anyone else. His father made me his guardian.”

“What did Askold do?” Ivar questioned then.

“I heard reports,” Oleg said. “Askold was grooming the child. He was trying to steal him away from me. And that I could not allow.”

Asta noticed the way Ivar’s eyes narrowed, the look on his face which showed he didn’t quite approve. “He’s just a child,” he argued.

Oleg was silent for a few moments, before saying, “No,” and walking back toward Ivar. Asta leaned against one of the bedposts, her eyes following Oleg closely. “He’s not just a child. He’s the only legitimate heir. To control him is to possess the only keys to the Kingdom.” He stopped to look back at Igor, who was still sleeping soundly, before turning back to Ivar once more. “I mean to keep those keys safe about me.”

Ivar simply hummed in response, though he seemed skeptical. Oleg gave a nod, and then finally went back to Igor, who he began trying to wake, as Asta went to sit next to Ivar.

“Interesting thoughts about this all, hm?” she whispered to him in her own tongue. This earned another thoughtful hum from the Viking King as he turned to her.

“Indeed,” he replied. “I think… perhaps we should keep said keys safe about us as well, hm?”

“The child?” Asta questioned. “You mean to take him away?”

Ivar shrugged a little in the way that said he wasn’t closed off to the idea, even if he wasn’t fully agreeing to it just yet. “Perhaps,” he said. “Either way, it would be wise to be close to him.”

Asta nodded a little, and turned back to watch Oleg and Igor. Something the former said had scared the latter, but the sound of a horn blowing interrupted them all, and their attentions all looked out the window to see what it might have been.

“What is happening?” Ivar questioned Oleg.

Oleg sighed a little. “Seems like we have visitors,” he said vaguely.

The Commander came into the room and spoke to his Prince, making Asta and Ivar share a look, confused and concerned. Ivar decided to say something about this.

“Oleg, what is happening?” he demanded. “Hm?”

“I forgot to tell you,” Oleg began to reply, seeming almost put out. “I have another brother.”

Ivar and Asta’s eyes both widened. Another brother? They exchanged a look as Oleg added, “It seems like he wants to talk to us.”

Oleg almost stalked out of the room, and Asta and Ivar shared another look. This continued to get stranger, this situation. When they heard Igor slide out of bed and drop to the floor, they turned to see what he was doing, watched him hide behind the changing screen. Asta got up and walked over toward the boy as Ivar got to the ground and crawled toward him, Igor poking his head out to look at the two.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Ivar assured him. Igor looked outside, then back to him, and drug his finger across his throat, making a face as if pained, before hiding again.

Asta’s face contorted in concern, as Ivar turned to look over his shoulder, brows creased as he thought. Oleg’s brother would kill him.

“Should I stay with the boy?” Asta questioned, her eyes glancing down at Ivar. He looked up at her thoughtfully. After a few moments, he nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “Be sure no one comes to hurt him. Hm?”

Asta nodded, and Ivar moved to start putting his braces on his legs. She moved to help him, and once they were done, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be here, love,” she told him. “Go.”

He smiled up at her and kissed her cheek, before going back to Igor. The sound of Ivar’s crutch growing quieter signaled that he was headed out of the room, and so she knelt down in front of Igor.

She waved, a way of saying hello, as she couldn’t speak his language, and he waved in response and said, “Pryvit.”

“Pryvit,” she repeated. She put her hand to her chest, indicating herself, and said, “Asta.” Igor gave a small nod, and repeated her name. “Yes, exactly.” Asta nodded and smiled warmly at him.

She got Igor to get ready for the day, just in case they needed to make a quick escape, and then moved him to another room, one with a warm fireplace and comfortable seating. Igor was relaxing, and Asta was sitting beside him, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. Not that she was armed, but she didn’t require a sword to fight anymore.

It wasn’t long before they heard the sound of a crutch, and so they both looked up. Asta was grinning, and she gestured to Ivar. “Maðr minn,” she told Igor. She stood to go to Ivar, and kissed his cheek lovingly.

“Cholovik,” Igor said then, and Asta repeated the word.

Ivar gave her a tight-lipped smile and a short hum, coming into the room more. Igor gestured for him to sit on the small stool, and Asta went back to her seat beside Igor. Ivar was still smiling, but then he almost seemed to cough. The moment he coughed again, he leaned forward, and she realized he wasn’t coughing, but gagging. An image of Askold falling to the poison filtered through her mind, and she suddenly sound her heart pounding. He couldn’t have been poisoned.

Suddenly, he popped a small ball out of his mouth, which he then produced and looked at as if stunned. He coughed again and suddenly spat out two more balls, high up into the air, and he caught them both, before showing them all to Igor. The boy was laughing, and Asta relaxed a little. Ivar was fine, and only trying to play a joke on Igor.

Igor hopped up and ran to grab what looked like some sort of instrument, which he returned to his seat and began to play. While he was gone, Asta got up and wandered over to Ivar, her hands going to his shoulders and her chin resting on his head. “You scared me,” she told him. She pressed a kiss to his hair, and he turned to look up at her, humming.

“I did not mean to,” he said. He kissed her stomach as an apology.

The truth was, though they had kissed the night before, and though both had confessed things to the other, neither could be sure what exactly that meant for them, and it wasn’t as if they had time to discuss it. They kept up the affectionate relationship they showed to those around theirselves, but when it was only them? Who knew what would come of it?

Ivar relaxed quite a bit as he listened to Igor playing, and Asta couldn’t help but kiss his head once more. She knew how badly he’d wanted to be a father, and she wished so badly that his son hadn’t died. It made her heart ache to see how badly he still wanted it.

The sound of approaching footprints reached their ears, but neither of them looked away from Igor just yet. They wanted him to finish his song before they looked away. So, when he did, they all turned to look at Oleg. He said something in his own tongue to Igor, and then, “Asta, Ivar?” With that, he turned and left. Ivar gave a great sigh, pulling himself to his feet.

“Woof, woof,” Ivar grumbled, and Asta chuckled quietly. She turned to glance at Igor, who seemed disappointed, and so she reached down and brushed a hand through his hair. He gave her a small smile, which she returned, before leaving with Ivar to follow Oleg.

They walked into the main hall, though Oleg hung back, and so Ivar sat in one of the chairs at the table, Asta sitting to his immediate right. Many Queens sat to the left of their Kings, but not her. She was first and foremost his Prophet. She would sit at his right hand.

Oleg’s brother, who had been introduced to Asta as Prince Dir, was pacing the room as they waited on the Prince Regent himself. Eventually, he joined them, eating an apple. All eyes turned to him, and Dir said, “You have had two hours. What is your decision?”

Asta looked confusedly to Ivar, assuming he would explain to her, and he did. It was a quick explanation of the situation, how Dir was threatening Oleg and the two of them in exchange for custody of Igor.

“I told you,” Dir said to Oleg. “Hand over the boy, or I kill you and the cripple. And his Queen, as she has joined us.”

A glare narrowed Asta’s eyes as she sat up straighter, leaned over more toward Ivar. Clearly, she took that threat seriously, and didn’t intend for it to go through. Oleg gave a hum, and took another bite of his apple.

“Perhaps you have forgotten what I said. I said, ‘unless you release the four of us, unharmed, then in a day or so, a terrible thing will happen to you’.”

“I don’t believe you,” Dir replied. “You don’t really have second sight.”

“I think maybe you should believe him,” Ivar spoke up, watching the two Princes.

“What has this to do with you?” Dir questioned.

“Nothing,” Ivar said. He smirked. “Everything.”

Dir chuckled, unconvinced. “You are bluffing,” he told Oleg. “But let me give you the benefit of the doubt, and ask you a question only a true Prophet could answer.”

Asta and Ivar shared a look, considering she too was called Prophet. Would this be something he would want to test in her as well, or only in Oleg?

“I recently got married,” Dir said. “In secret.” Asta found her eyes darting to Ivar, only to find his eyes quickly looking back to Dir. So they’d had the same thought, then. Interesting. “The identity of my wife is only known to a few trusted servants. Not even Askold knew about my nuptials and the name of my wife. But I assume…” He turned slowly to face Oleg once more. “That you know. Don’t you, brother?”

He had approached Oleg, who was sitting on the table finishing his apple, but now stood to his full height, almost making Dir have to take a step back. Almost complete silence filled the room, aside from the natural sound which couldn’t be avoided. Oleg eventually confirmed, “I know your wife’s name. I know everything.”

He smirked and walked around to the side of the table, not noticing the skeptical look Ivar and Asta shared. He was eating their lies right out of their hands. How could he possibly know everything?

The brief realization that he could, in fact, be pretending occurred to them both, but they also both elected to ignore it. They’d rather survive this encounter first, then deal with Oleg later.

“What are you waiting for?” Dir ended up pushing. “Tell me her name.” When Oleg remained silent, Dir chuckled. “You see?” he called, turning to face his soldiers. “He doesn’t know her name. He’s bluffing after all!” He scoffed and gave a small shake of his head. “I knew it…You don’t know her name.”

“Anna.”

Ivar and Asta looked at Oleg when he spoke. Almost as quickly as they had done that, they looked to Dir for confirmation. They couldn’t see the way his face fell, especially as Oleg repeated, “Her name is Anna,” but the silence was telling as it was. “You were married at the church of St. Magnus Martyr here in Novgorod. I believe… this is the lady in question.”

He stepped aside, and Asta and Ivar turned to see a young woman standing there, clearly feeling quite anxious. Asta couldn’t hold in a gasp, and Ivar put his hand on her arm to calm her. She didn’t need to give away that she hadn’t known. After all, wasn’t she meant to be a Prophet, too?

Dir turned as well to face the girl called Anna, and the unsettled look that passed through his eyes made Oleg begin to laugh. “Am I right?” he questioned, though they all knew he had been. “This is your new bride, Anna.”

Ivar couldn’t help himself in applauding, though Asta did not. That seemed to be the image they gave off, these days. Ivar would approve of something Oleg might have done, and though Asta wouldn’t give her disapproval, she wouldn’t give her approval, either.

“Now, my dearest brother,” Oleg began. “You will give the four of us safe passage out of here, or my promise will come true.”

There were a few moments of tense silence, while all waited to see what Dir would do. Even he himself didn’t seem quite to know, until he commanded finally, “Order the warriors to stand down. Prince Oleg and his party should be untroubled when they leave, if they agree not to harm my wife.”

Ivar seemed stunned they were getting away with this, and Asta tried to just keep a small smile on her lips, as if she had expected this. Oleg, however, seemed almost offended, a bit concerned. “I don’t need to harm your wife,” he said, and then turned to her, calling, “Anna, come. Come!”

She ran from where she had been standing to Prince Dir, who wrapped an arm tightly and protectively around her. Asta chose to stand, and begin making her way toward the three gathered opposite the table from herself and Ivar.

“We meet so rarely, Dir,” Oleg said as she made her approach. “It’s unfortunate that it has to be in such circumstances. But the next time… will be different.”

“You have the boy,” Dir said, his eyes only briefly glancing over to Asta as she came to a stop beside Oleg. “You don’t need to see me again.”

“But we are family,” Oleg protested. “Family is important!” Dir took his wife by the arm and started to leave the hall, but Oleg called out his name. When his brother turned, he suggested, “We should stay in touch.”

“Perhaps,” Dir said vaguely. “Just don’t invite me for dinner.”

With that, they started off, but not without Ivar calling after them, “You forgot to say goodbye to the cripple!”

The door closed.

“Well,” Asta sort of huffed. “He was pleasant.”

“He is going to come for Igor,” Oleg said. “We need to return to Kiev, and we need to take control of the situation.”

Asta walked back to the table, which she rested her hands on and then leaned fully against. There was silence as they all thought, and she finally spoke up. “We need to move Igor to safety as well as eliminating the threat,” she said. “If we can capture Dir…”

“Yes,” Oleg agreed. “Then we will have all the pieces to this puzzle accounted for.”

“Then that’s what we do,” Asta said, and gave a curt nod, straightening again. “Ivar, let’s go get Igor. Oleg, be ready to go as soon as we’re ready. We can’t waste any time.”

Oleg nodded, and it was only once Asta and Ivar had left that he realized she had entirely taken over his plans. She knew how to command a room. Of course, she had been Queen in Kattegat- one of them- and he was beginning to believe she was the more militant of the two. Perhaps she had stood with Ivar in each war meeting, perhaps she had gone into battle with him each time he went. It certainly made sense- if one wanted to bring an entire room of Viking men to heel, they had to be able to command that sort of respect from them. He simply… hadn’t expected that from the previously rather quiet woman.

What else might she be capable of, that he would not expect?

“You are planning something.”

Asta couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips as she heard how good Ivar was getting at speaking her tongue. His fluency was improving, the more they used it to keep their words to themselves.

“Of course I am,” she replied. “I don’t trust Oleg as far as I could throw him, and I don’t like Dir. But having them both in Kiev, an eventual decision between them will be easier to make, and I want them both where an eye can be kept on them.”

Ivar’s eyes widened a bit, and he nodded. “You have a talent for strategizing, don’t you?” he commented, looking to her. Asta laughed a little.

“Of course,” she said. “How else do you think I actually convinced my brother to send me to Kattegat?”

He hummed as he considered that, and nodded. “The gods have… allowed much to be taken from me since that day you arrived,” he mused, walking along beside her. “But they have also given me the best ally I could have asked for.”

Asta shot him a look as if she were devastated. “Don’t tell me you buy into everything Oleg says?” she questioned, and Ivar chuckled.

“Of course not,” he said, and bumped her. “You know I meant you.”

“Yes, I did,” she said. “I just wanted you to say it.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words, shaking his head in an affectionately amused sort of way. They’d be back to Kiev soon, and he knew her plans would work well for them. Letting Dir be captured and brought there would help them, in some way, eventually. But, they would take their time in getting to know the boy, Igor, and just as Oleg had said- he would be the key to all of this. They only needed to determine which door he would need to unlock.

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[mondoradiowmse]

09/29/21 Mondo Radio Playlist

Here's the playlist for this week's edition of Mondo Radio, which you can download or stream here. This episode: "Special Forces", featuring classic industrial and more. If you enjoy it, remember to also follow the show on Facebook and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album

Throbbing Gristle - Still Walking - 20 Jazz Funk Greats

Throbbing Gristle - Discipline (Manchester) (Live) - 20 Jazz Funk Greats

The Normal - T.V.O.D. - T.V.O.D. (Single)

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Fad Gadget - Insecticide - The Best Of Fad Gadget

Cabaret Voltaire - The Set Up - #7885 Electropunk To Technopop

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Killing Joke - Butcher - What's THIS For...!

Killing Joke - Follow The Leaders - What's THIS For...!

Denis Farley - Zeke And The Rat - Pryvit Blewz

Front 242 - U.Men (LP Mix) - Back Catalogue

Nitzer Ebb - Control Im Here - Belief

Front 242 - Special Forces - Back Catalogue

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Test Dept - The Unacceptable Face Of Freedom: Face 3 - Trevor Jackson Presents Metal Dance 2: Industrial New Wave EBM Classics & Rarities 79-88

Front Line Assembly - Digital Tension Dementia - Digital Tension Dementia (Single)

Front Line Assembly - Big Money (Remix) - Digital Tension Dementia (Single)

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Revolting Cocks - No Devotion (LP Version) - Black Box - Wax Trax! Records: The First 13 Years

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Trent Reznor - Driver Down - Lost Highway

Coil/Nine Inch Nails - Gave Up (Open My Eyes) - Recoiled

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Pryvit. https://www.instagram.com/p/B2uiurqhjlg/?igshid=qo1xxv2le26z

[indigosandviolets]

If I Didn’t Care - Eugene Sledge x OC(2)

Word Count - 1279

Summary - Lubomyra was an outsider after fleeing from war in 1943, escaping to Troy in the United States. She thought that she was going to live the same life forever until a certain ginger stranger shows up and changes everything.

Song - I’ll Be Seeing You by Frank Sinatra

Part - 2/5

Lubomyra had struggled during the first part of the day, unable to focus in her classes because of the construction going on across the street from her small apartment. She had barely made it through the three-hour-long English class without reverting back to her native tongue, but she pushed through and made it work without a single complaint.

"Good morning, Myra," Anna said as the girl exited the bathroom, day clothes in hand and nametag barely sticking to her after a sloppy job of applying the pin to her shirt.

"Pryvit."

"What's wrong, Myra? Your eyes are dropping."

Myra adjusted her pin before turning to face the older woman. "Construction outside. I believe they were fixing the sidewalk."

Anna sighed. "Well, we've got a big crowd out there for lunch. I've got you on bar duty, do you think you can handle it?"

"Tak."

Myra finished tying her apron around her and Anna patted her on the back, giving the girl a sense of confidence before going out and taking orders. She took each with as much care as she could, putting on a smile every time she saw a new face and was as polite as she could be. No one smiled back until she reached the end of the bar.

"Hello, may I take your order?" SHe asked with a smile, not looking up from her scratch pad until she had finished her sentence.

When she did, she saw the same ginger hair and pale face that she had seen yesterday.

"Just a coffee," The southern man said, prompting Myra to look over at the clock. It was half past noon and not a time for coffee.

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking back from the clock. The young man chuckled, and Myra wasn't sure why.

"I'm sure," He stated, his southern drawl coming forward in his speech. She wrote down the order and walked back into the workroom then too the kitchen, handing off each of the orders and grabbing a mug and pot of coffee, still warm from that morning's orders.

Pouring out the coffee and serving the army boy, Myra became aware of her own accent, causing a lump in her throat. She swallowed and handed the cup back to the ginger.

"Thank you, ma'am."

The same response as the day before, yet Myra couldn't believe she was hearing it. As the day passed on, people came and went from the bar, except for the army boy, who only asked for refills for his coffee. He seemed patient as if he was waiting for someone. Soon, bustling restaurant returned to its normal slowness, and Myra stopped to refill the man's coffee once more.

"Where does the name 'Lubomyra' come from?" He asked her as she tipped the pot of coffee. It was his first words other than an order or a thank you.

"Ukraine. It was my grandmothers'."

The man nodded. "It's very nice."

"Thank you."

Myra finished pouring the coffee and set it down behind the bar, as it was now empty. The man spoke again. "Mine's Eugene."

Myra looked around, seeing there was only one other person at the dinner, so she stopped to talk to him. "Are you in the army?"

"I was. 1st Marine Division in the Pacific."

"You're very brave," Myra said. She remembered her father, a man hardened by his time in the first world war, waking up in cold sweats and screaming curses and incoherent words in the middle of the night, waking up every family member in the small house, sometimes even the neighbors. She wondered if Eugene had those same nightmares.

Eugene shook his head, though. "I had to convince my parents to let me join, and if anything I wasn't."

Myra nodded. "No, you are brave. I have seen what war does to people, I have run from it myself, yet you ran towards the war. You are brave."

Eugene smiled softly. "Thank you."

"I'm only stating the truth."

Eugene took a sip of his coffee before speaking again. "So, how long have you been in America?"

"Three years, it will be four in September."

"Your English is good for only three years."

Myra shrugged. "I suppose," she said before leaning her elbows down on the table. "You have a very southern accent. Where are you from?"

"Alabama."

"What are you doing in Troy?"

Eugene shrugged. "I needed to get outta of my own head."

Myra soon realized what this meant. She glanced over at the other patron, making sure they weren't paying attention before speaking. "My father was haunted by war. He was so fidgety, he couldn't think straight, he would attack you if you came up from behind, he had raging nightmares that could wake an entire village. You're so calm, Eugene, how are you not like that?"

Eugene swallowed. "I'm not calm. I used to hunt, and now I can't even hold a gun without shakin', even if I'm just tryin' to put it away," he stated, his voice getting quieter as he continued to speak. "I'll have nightmares, too. Not as bad as your fathers, though. I really don't think that mine could ever compare to your fathers."

"Kin' der'mo!" Myra shouted, making Eugene jump a little, but no complaint from the kitchen, the staff, or the other patron. "It is just as bad, Eugene. Nightmares are nightmares, and if they are real to you, then they are real."

Eugene smiled. "Thank you, Lubomyra."

"You can call me Myra, that's what everyone else does. I assume it's easier to say."

"That's what people call a nickname, Myra," Eugene chuckled.

"Oh. Do you have one?"

"I have a few. Usually, people will give 'em to you."

"Can I give you one?" Myra asked, to which Eugene nodded.

"Lyubov," Myra stated happily, knowing that Eugene wouldn't know what it meant.

"That's a new one. Lyubov.”

Myra smiled. A silence grew between the pair and a bell rung out from the workroom, signaling the end of Myra's shift. She looked up at the clock and saw that almost five hours had passed since Eugene had ordered his first cup of coffee, making her eyes widen. "Boh! You've only had coffee and you've been here for five hours!"

Eugene shrugged. "You haven't had anything."

Myra started to undo her apron and head back into the workroom before she realized she had left Eugene sitting where he was.

"I'll meet you out in the front!" She called before taking her time slot and punching out before changing into her day clothes. She threw her bag over her shoulder and shoved as many of her textbooks into it as possible before starting to walk out the backdoor, Janet stopping her. Janet had started her shift that day as Myra's ended, meaning she had no idea as to what was going on.

"Why are you in a rush?"

"I'm having a conversation with Eugene!" Myra said happily.

"Who?"

"The army boy from yesterday! He started talking to me and now we're going to talk outside. Tse prekrasno!"

Janet smiled, laughing a little. "You look like you haven't eaten all day."

"I haven't."

"You haven't eaten all day?"

"Ni."

Janet sighed before heading into the kitchen and returning with a large roll, a few inches in size. "You need your strength. Now go and get him."

Myra smiled before walking out the back door and around the restaurant to find Eugene waiting for her.

"I'm sorry if you had to wait long. Janet gave me some bread," Myra explained, breaking off a piece and giving it to Eugene, who accepted it with a grin.

"Oh, I don't mind."

~

Key :

Pryvit - Hello

Tak - Yes

Kin’ der’mo - Horseshit

Lyubov - Love

Boh - God

Tse prekrasno - It’s wondeful

Ni - No

Tags : @smittyjaws @myfreakydeaky @poisonquinzell @justahappylilblog

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Pryvit, dobroho dnya.

U tsey pandemichnyy chas ya, yak milʹyony lyudey, rozsiyanykh po vsʹomu sviti Moho Boha, vykonuyu sotsialʹnu izolyatsiyu, podali vid rodychiv, druziv ta znayomykh, duzhe sumuyu za vsima, ale proshu Hospoda zakhystyty ta pidtrymaty yikh, shchob vony vyzhyly . Sʹohodni my krashchi, nizh uchora. My vzhe bachymo prominʹ nadiyi, shcho liky vid COVID 19 vzhe nastaye. Vaktsyny vzhe dostupni, i v usʹomu…

[rivkahstudies]

Ukrainian 🇺🇦

Okay!!! First of all!! I love the alphabet!! Want to learn it!!! Second!!! It's so cute!!! It just sounds so adorable and I love it!! Like, Pryvit (hello) is so cute!!! And so is Byvaj (bye)!!! I just consider it such a sweet language and I wanna learn it

....okay I think we're seeing a pattern here. Rivkah, you want to learn all the languages. Staaaaaahp. It's impossible.

Put a language in my ask box and I wil compliment it.

[deadpools-side-kick]

Be Creative (Junior Eurovision 2013 Group Song)

A thousand miles apart We’re much alike and dream the same We take a palette of life The brighter future we create You’ve got the power inside The power of a growing mind It’s gonna light your way, light your way It’s time for setting it free Don’t be afraid Its worth a try Come on and take a chance, oh You gotta

[Chorus] Allow allow allow allow changing Allow now, allow yourself Allow allow allow, it’s amazing Allow now, be creative Hello now, pryvit, my friend Hello, now, pryvit, my friend Follow the bright star and keep following You gotta Allow allow allow allow changing Allow now, allow yourself Allow allow allow, it’s so daring Allow now, be creative Hello now, pryvit, my friend Hello, now, pryvit, my friend Follow the bright star and keep following

A thousand years ago The people learned how to create And if you ever feel low Think of the greater things ahead You’ve got the puzzles to solve The struggles that you’re going through No time for looking back, looking back You’re not alone as you go You’ve got the passion leading you Come on and take a chance, oh You gotta

[Chorus] Allow allow allow allow changing Allow now, allow yourself Allow allow allow, it’s amazing Allow now, be creative Hello now, pryvit, my friend Hello, now, pryvit, my friend Follow the bright star and keep following You gotta

Allow allow allow allow changing Allow now, allow yourself Allow allow allow, it’s so daring Allow now, be creative Hello now, pryvit, my friend Hello now, pryvit, my friend Follow the bright star and keep following You are the one

(this is what I love from Junior Eurovision) 😁

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2mXE7ZPB8Xg

[mekenzin]

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