Oh, I can think of a few 'politicians' who claim to love this country, democracy, and freedom, yet care more about poots and his illegal war...
They are all cowards. The one guy ironically complains "that Ukraine no longer wants to support us". If they have family or loved ones still in Ukraine, or even if they don't, they should know that their country, people, and culture are threatened with annihilation. It sounds like they are trying to convince themselves that they are right when they know deep down that they are wrong.MSN
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It's a Washington Post article that MSN is running. Kind of entertaining to read, however that kind of entertainment is of the perverse joy of watching other people slip and fall brand of humor. I can see why MSM ditched it's title in their software link. Here's its' title.MSN
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It is a rather short-sighted argument.
A.K.A. Jane
"Witches need their long hair."
Both of my kids are older than her. She looks a lot like my daughter.
Speaking of witches, this nice Russian witch has a new song she released just this week. It's a good one.
Fortunately There are more Ukrainian witches than there are Russian witches, and the Ukrainian witches are generally more powerful. I like the Russian witches more than I like the regular Russian average folks. So I'm generally very pro russian witches.
I just found it to be an interesting idea on something I haven't thought about. Not everyone (even in our country) has the same drive to lay their life on the line for our country. Thank God for those that do and another reason our (or any) enlisted men should be viewed upon as heros. That said....dying for your country is not something many would volunteer to do and I do understand their point of view.
The thing is, we have not been threatened with invasion since the Revolutionary War. Yes, there were those that did not want to go off and die in wars that didn’t directly affect us like Vietnam and Korea. I wonder how many here would run to Canada or Mexico if Russia came across the Bering Strait? It’s a scary thought.
Oh, you, my canopy, my new canopy, my new canopy, maple, lattice! Just like me, don’t walk around you, along the Senichki. I love my friend by the hand. Don’t show off! She came out young, through the new gate, and released a falcon from her right sleeve. On the flight, I punished the falcon - “You fly, fly, falcon, High and far. And high and far to the homeland; Father lives on his native side of Grozen. He is formidable, sir, formidable, He is not merciful, He does not let the young woman in late at night alone. I didn’t listen to my father, I made fun of the young man. I'll make him laugh because his father has only one son. That one son of his father was born into a young man - His name is Vanyushka, Pivovarushka.” The brewer brewed beer, played the harmonica, smoked green wine, beckoned the red girls: “Please, girls, to my kitchen!” Whether it’s mine or the cook’s, the beer is drunk on the go. Is it at my place, at the cook’s, Beer is drunk on the go, Beer is drunk on the go, And on sweets with honey.” |
Thanks for the info. I’m wondering if it’s a case of old songs that once had meaning but they are so traditional the meaning of the original gets a bit lost, people just don’t think about it. Kinda like Yankee Doodle or The Yellow Rose of Texas. And it’s only relatively recently have certain songs like Dixie have become verbotenI could understand enough of that song to realize that those are not wholesome girls. So I looked it up and translated it to english at google. That created something which was not at all understandable as is the case with most Russian or Ukrainian songs. Literal translations are useless.
I found a human translation done by a songwriter. That's below. It's a 1790 song which is often embellished. I found lots of variations.
Oh, you canopy, my canopy (Ivanov)
Oh, you, my canopy,
my new canopy,
my new canopy, maple,
lattice!
Just like me,
don’t walk around you, along the Senichki.
I love my friend by the hand.
Don’t show off!
She came out young,
through the new gate, and
released a falcon
from her right sleeve.
On the flight,
I punished the falcon -
“You fly, fly, falcon,
High and far.
And high and far
to the homeland; Father lives
on his native side
of Grozen.
He is formidable, sir, formidable,
He is not merciful,
He does not let the young woman
in late at night alone.
I didn’t listen to my father,
I made fun of the young man.
I'll make him laugh because
his father has only one son.
That one son of his father
was born into a young man -
His name is Vanyushka,
Pivovarushka.”
The brewer brewed beer,
played the harmonica,
smoked green wine,
beckoned the red girls:
“Please, girls,
to my kitchen!”
Whether it’s mine or the cook’s,
the beer is drunk on the go.
Is it at my place, at the cook’s,
Beer is drunk on the go,
Beer is drunk on the go,
And on sweets with honey.”
It's a 1790 song which is often embellished. I found lots of variations. Those girls are not singing the variation of the song I gave you lyrics to.
It seemed like they were singing about stealing an evil merchants good, and then killing him for being evil along a road. I found a reference to that version.
"In 1906, at the mines of the Tsipikansky gold-bearing region, another song appeared to the tune of “Oh, you canopy, my canopy,” the song is based on a real incident. The merchant Kozlov, who leased the Ivanovsky mine, owed so much to the workers that they broke into his “kozenka” - a warehouse with goods and products - and took everything they needed for themselves and their families. The workers tied up Kozlov, carried him out onto the road and attached a note: “A dog’s death for a dog.” One of the sons of gold miner Prokhor Bodrov picked up Kozlov. Kozlov agreed with Bodrov to jointly manage the mine, and the workers were immediately given a full payment. Kozlov soon disappeared. Having arisen immediately after this incident, the song continued to live for many years."
The version they are singing is from a bit before the Russian revolution. It's in essence a communist revolution version of that song. Not Marxist communism, it's 1908 of the anarchy kind.
Ах вы, сени, мои сени — Википедия
ru-m-wikipedia-org.translate.goog
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