genes are genes
Now is the time of departure, however, hosts by all means make /.../ guests stay longer at the table. Even at the gate, they waylaid the table at which guests make the drain on voluminous horn wine /.../. In the past, attempts to detain visitors took an even more sophisticated forms. Young villagers bride gallop chasing them, tore with the head someone cap or hood, took away his cloak, etc. They considered it their duty fell to the ground at least once each suite. The losers were forced to dance without music, a whistle and guffaw of winners, and only then allowed to sit on a horse. (Abhazy. Nauka, Moscow, 2007)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Example Lutheran Wedding Programs
Paustovsky
Advertisements Credit hung everywhere, even about street shashlychnikov. They
cook barbecue on the intricate structures: the iron rods were soldered
one over the other perforated sheet metal pans. They were put separately
chunks of lamb, tomatoes and sliced onions. Under pans
piled mountain of flaming coals, slowly rotating rod, and grilled kebabs
, pivoting, in the hot juice of onions, tomatoes burst in your own
fat and distributed in Sukhumi cruel children. At times, this flock was
can be heard even on the roads. From him Persha in the throat.
Advertisements loan were just beautiful detail the Sukhumi life.
In fact, all visitors dukhan and eating and drinking on credit since the
times of Queen Tamara. Trying to pay off immediately evoked duhanschikov
utter bewilderment. Therefore, it was completely unclear Who came up with this slogan
and taped announcements of the entire loan Sukhumi.
screaming bearded waterpot roamed the waterfront with young, which are covered with ivy
barrels of cold water. Each water-carrier, too, hung on
barrel with a warning sign for a loan. Even the shoeshine
hung this sign about their fancy boxes.
Each cleaner decorated his box cards, bells and
portraits that Venizelos, the Catholicos of Armenia, according to from
nationality cleaner.
Cleaners divided into old men and boys. Middle-aged people between
was not.
suhumtsev woke in the morning desperate drum brushes sound of the boxes. This
boys, cleaners in office and famously otschelkivali brush stroke
popular at the time song: "In the streets went to a big crocodile! It was
very hungry. "The old people just shook their heads reproachfully.
among the elderly was old Kurd, a sort of patriarch cleaners.
said that he has thirty years of sitting on the same spot about
pier. Huge brush gently walked in his hands. Gloss old suggests
a careless wave of red velvet.
all Kurds belonged to this with great respect. Even the captain, "Pestel"
greeted him by the arm.
And now this the old man led a brutal play a role in the history of
boarded up the house - the house that stood in the vicinity of the estate
Henriette.
old lady told me the story of this house. In Sukhumi, the feud are two kinds.
this feud was over the fact that in one family survived only
man - Neighbor Henriette. In 1900 this man to
saved from imminent death, he fled with his wife in Turkey.
Such cases are not always save people. On memory Henriette was
example, when a man fled from a vendetta, found even in
America and there shot.
A family quarrel with a neighbor Henrietta Franzevna who fled to Turkey,
soon relocated from Sukhumi to the village Tsebeldu, and revenge, not receiving fresh
food, went out.
on the Abkhaz beliefs, the house where there was a blood revenge was considered cursed.
It is usually nailed, and nobody wanted it to settle.
"Damned" home gradually disintegrate with age. Then they were demolished. After the story
Henriette, I began to look differently at this
boarded-up house. I started noticing it a sinister character.
the attic in a variety of lived (or rather sleep head down) Volatile
mouse. In the evenings, they woke up and rushed at the very faces, swaying and
popiskivaya. On the wooden walls of the house shone rotten bitch. They were
like gloating green eyes. Both day and night beetles Dry wood borers diligently
gnawed wooden walls of the house. Obviously, the house will soon be was collapsing.
Once I stayed in the city. From Absoyuza I went to the editor a little
Sukhumi newspaper and there wrote a short article against the hot blood
revenge. Editor, reading it, just smacked his tongue.
- can not print - he finally said, slapping his hand on the manuscript .-
see, katso, not so suddenly to deprive people of their habits.
must act diplomatically. Thousands of years, they cut each other's katso - and suddenly
ban! You do not believe me, katso, but I swear his daughter, that
author of the article immediately killed on the eve of the publisher. You understand that
I, as editor, I can not let this happen.
Nothing achieving from the editor, I'm gone. I left him in a state
depressing thought. He wrinkled his brow and rubbed with a blue pencil behind his ear.
Outside, the wind moved the bushes of laurel.
I went home. I always walked slowly and breathe deeply - could not
get used to the pungent smells of the local night.
At the turn to my house I was staying.
Stopped I because the rock by which I have always been in the dark,
touching her hand, not to go astray and do not break in the cliff,
was lit by fire kerosene lamp.
I raised my eyes.
boarded-up house was open, all the boards from the windows and doors ripped off, and the rooms
flashed from the fire tubes. Someone, apparently a newcomer, neglected Abkhaz
superstitions and boldly uncorked a house.
at the gate was Henriette. She grabbed my hand and,
breath, said:
- Hurry! Plu vit! Plu vit! Please! She trembled, and her voice broke
.
- What happened? - I asked fearfully.
- Hurry! - A loud whisper, she repeated, staggered and grabbed the fence
.- God, what a calamity! Run faster, I beg you!
- Where? - I asked, completely baffled.
- He returned from Turkey, - said loudly Henriette. And I felt
scary, because it was shaking even more. I thought that it begins
hysterics.
- He returned today day from Turkey - loud and clear she said .-
likely run into the police station and tell them that he had returned. His name is Chachba.
God, what a calamity!
I am stunned did not really understand, almost ran down the hill
Cherniavsky.
yard police on a low table in the light of the lantern "bat" three policemen
play backgammon. Under the fence loudly chewed lean
saddled horses tied to trees.
policemen were so passionate about the game that did not even look at me. I
approached and told them that returned today from a Turkish Chachba
and settled in the locked house on the hill Cherniavsky.
I did not finish. Policemen jumped up and rushed to
saddled horses. They have something guttural screaming leaning out of windows on duty and
hastily untying the horses. Then they jumped in the saddle and raced off to a furious whisper
Mount Cherniavsky. Sparks flew from under the hooves of horses
. Night and suddenly there was a smell of gunpowder and blood.
I ran a run for policemen. But halfway up the mountain Cherniavsky they
as furiously galloped past me, coming back to town. I barely had time to
jump into a roadside ditch.
damn house was still brightly lit. Lamp smoked.
on the terrace near the stairs lay, arms outstretched, white-haired man with a kind
face. From a hole in it Breast still dripping blood, and softly and slowly
dripping from step to step.
Near dead sitting on the floor Mature beautiful woman. She clutched to his chest
boy of five, and looked straight ahead. Coming up, I crossed the line
its fixed gaze and shudder - such a frenzied hatred
I never have not seen in the eyes of people.
It was clear that this woman would send this little boy as soon as he
grows up to avenge his father. And nothing in the world can not mitigate her heart and make
renounce bloodshed.
Henriette was right when she hurried me. Policemen too late.
A few days later, when woman and the boy had disappeared (they say
it, fearing for her son, fled to Rostov-na-Donu), everything finally turned out.
Chachba back on the Turkish cargo ship из Трапезунда. На пристани
его сразу же узнал старый курд - чистильщик сапог. Он пристально посмотрел
на Чачбу и медленно поднял ладонь ко лбу.
Чачба почистил Kurds boots. With joy, that after more than twenty years
he returned to his homeland Chachba talked incessantly with polisher.
He said that here was a war and revolution and is now in Abkhazia, perhaps,
everything changed. Nobody is killing out of revenge, people have become smarter and live happily and harmoniously
.
Cleaner reluctant chimed, and kept looking around. But Chachba
was happy and did not notice any frown cleaner nor his shifty eyes.
Once Chachba loaded his things on a cart and went to the mountain Cherniavsky,
cleaner slowly went to the bazaar. There was in those days many
meandering courtyards, labyrinth, where they could
lost a few steps from the exit to the street.
It was a pile of plank kennels, and countless small sheds, where
whistling hissing stoves, hammering shoemakers, bellowing, belching
blue flames, blow torches, cooked thick Turkish coffee, spanked and
stuck to tables greasy cards shouted bareheaded women,
blaming all the mortal sins of lazy and contemptuous men,
scream like the old Eagles, the elders in the windings and Soldiers boots, and suddenly
through all this market turmoil and shouting took place, swaying to the contracted
leather stockings legs, well-built handsome man in a Circassian coat with drop sleeves, and a dizzying
languid eyes.
Kurd waited for such a handsome and whispered something to him.
- Okay, Baton! - Replied quietly handsome man .- You get tomorrow
his hundred lire.
handsome led on both sides languishing eyes, clenched his lean brown fingers
stick and dagger, like a wild cat silently on the soft
legs popped out.
Ten minutes later he was jumping, crouching to the bow seat in the village
Tsebeldu to bring the inhabitants of one of tsebeldinskih homes
staggering news of his return to Abkhazia unrequited enemy Chachba.
Immediately two men rushed out Tsebeldy in Sukhumi to the locked up house on the hill
Cherniavsky.
hot horses, and keeping alert bleed, they called on the terraces Chachba. He
went unarmed and offered his hands past the enemies, and so and fell dead on the spot
, with outstretched to reconcile the old and good hands.
Assassins, of course, was not found. They galloped away to Svaneti and back in those days could
penetrate only the armed groups.
A few days later someone set fire to the accursed house. It happened this morning, and by noon
house burned to the ground. There was no wind. All fire would go to heaven, not
rushing around. A few days we have smelled the conflagration, but soon this was replaced by cinder
usual strong scent of azaleas.
Advertisements Credit hung everywhere, even about street shashlychnikov. They
cook barbecue on the intricate structures: the iron rods were soldered
one over the other perforated sheet metal pans. They were put separately
chunks of lamb, tomatoes and sliced onions. Under pans
piled mountain of flaming coals, slowly rotating rod, and grilled kebabs
, pivoting, in the hot juice of onions, tomatoes burst in your own
fat and distributed in Sukhumi cruel children. At times, this flock was
can be heard even on the roads. From him Persha in the throat.
Advertisements loan were just beautiful detail the Sukhumi life.
In fact, all visitors dukhan and eating and drinking on credit since the
times of Queen Tamara. Trying to pay off immediately evoked duhanschikov
utter bewilderment. Therefore, it was completely unclear Who came up with this slogan
and taped announcements of the entire loan Sukhumi.
screaming bearded waterpot roamed the waterfront with young, which are covered with ivy
barrels of cold water. Each water-carrier, too, hung on
barrel with a warning sign for a loan. Even the shoeshine
hung this sign about their fancy boxes.
Each cleaner decorated his box cards, bells and
portraits that Venizelos, the Catholicos of Armenia, according to from
nationality cleaner.
Cleaners divided into old men and boys. Middle-aged people between
was not.
suhumtsev woke in the morning desperate drum brushes sound of the boxes. This
boys, cleaners in office and famously otschelkivali brush stroke
popular at the time song: "In the streets went to a big crocodile! It was
very hungry. "The old people just shook their heads reproachfully.
among the elderly was old Kurd, a sort of patriarch cleaners.
said that he has thirty years of sitting on the same spot about
pier. Huge brush gently walked in his hands. Gloss old suggests
a careless wave of red velvet.
all Kurds belonged to this with great respect. Even the captain, "Pestel"
greeted him by the arm.
And now this the old man led a brutal play a role in the history of
boarded up the house - the house that stood in the vicinity of the estate
Henriette.
old lady told me the story of this house. In Sukhumi, the feud are two kinds.
this feud was over the fact that in one family survived only
man - Neighbor Henriette. In 1900 this man to
saved from imminent death, he fled with his wife in Turkey.
Such cases are not always save people. On memory Henriette was
example, when a man fled from a vendetta, found even in
America and there shot.
A family quarrel with a neighbor Henrietta Franzevna who fled to Turkey,
soon relocated from Sukhumi to the village Tsebeldu, and revenge, not receiving fresh
food, went out.
on the Abkhaz beliefs, the house where there was a blood revenge was considered cursed.
It is usually nailed, and nobody wanted it to settle.
"Damned" home gradually disintegrate with age. Then they were demolished. After the story
Henriette, I began to look differently at this
boarded-up house. I started noticing it a sinister character.
the attic in a variety of lived (or rather sleep head down) Volatile
mouse. In the evenings, they woke up and rushed at the very faces, swaying and
popiskivaya. On the wooden walls of the house shone rotten bitch. They were
like gloating green eyes. Both day and night beetles Dry wood borers diligently
gnawed wooden walls of the house. Obviously, the house will soon be was collapsing.
Once I stayed in the city. From Absoyuza I went to the editor a little
Sukhumi newspaper and there wrote a short article against the hot blood
revenge. Editor, reading it, just smacked his tongue.
- can not print - he finally said, slapping his hand on the manuscript .-
see, katso, not so suddenly to deprive people of their habits.
must act diplomatically. Thousands of years, they cut each other's katso - and suddenly
ban! You do not believe me, katso, but I swear his daughter, that
author of the article immediately killed on the eve of the publisher. You understand that
I, as editor, I can not let this happen.
Nothing achieving from the editor, I'm gone. I left him in a state
depressing thought. He wrinkled his brow and rubbed with a blue pencil behind his ear.
Outside, the wind moved the bushes of laurel.
I went home. I always walked slowly and breathe deeply - could not
get used to the pungent smells of the local night.
At the turn to my house I was staying.
Stopped I because the rock by which I have always been in the dark,
touching her hand, not to go astray and do not break in the cliff,
was lit by fire kerosene lamp.
I raised my eyes.
boarded-up house was open, all the boards from the windows and doors ripped off, and the rooms
flashed from the fire tubes. Someone, apparently a newcomer, neglected Abkhaz
superstitions and boldly uncorked a house.
at the gate was Henriette. She grabbed my hand and,
breath, said:
- Hurry! Plu vit! Plu vit! Please! She trembled, and her voice broke
.
- What happened? - I asked fearfully.
- Hurry! - A loud whisper, she repeated, staggered and grabbed the fence
.- God, what a calamity! Run faster, I beg you!
- Where? - I asked, completely baffled.
- He returned from Turkey, - said loudly Henriette. And I felt
scary, because it was shaking even more. I thought that it begins
hysterics.
- He returned today day from Turkey - loud and clear she said .-
likely run into the police station and tell them that he had returned. His name is Chachba.
God, what a calamity!
I am stunned did not really understand, almost ran down the hill
Cherniavsky.
yard police on a low table in the light of the lantern "bat" three policemen
play backgammon. Under the fence loudly chewed lean
saddled horses tied to trees.
policemen were so passionate about the game that did not even look at me. I
approached and told them that returned today from a Turkish Chachba
and settled in the locked house on the hill Cherniavsky.
I did not finish. Policemen jumped up and rushed to
saddled horses. They have something guttural screaming leaning out of windows on duty and
hastily untying the horses. Then they jumped in the saddle and raced off to a furious whisper
Mount Cherniavsky. Sparks flew from under the hooves of horses
. Night and suddenly there was a smell of gunpowder and blood.
I ran a run for policemen. But halfway up the mountain Cherniavsky they
as furiously galloped past me, coming back to town. I barely had time to
jump into a roadside ditch.
damn house was still brightly lit. Lamp smoked.
on the terrace near the stairs lay, arms outstretched, white-haired man with a kind
face. From a hole in it Breast still dripping blood, and softly and slowly
dripping from step to step.
Near dead sitting on the floor Mature beautiful woman. She clutched to his chest
boy of five, and looked straight ahead. Coming up, I crossed the line
its fixed gaze and shudder - such a frenzied hatred
I never have not seen in the eyes of people.
It was clear that this woman would send this little boy as soon as he
grows up to avenge his father. And nothing in the world can not mitigate her heart and make
renounce bloodshed.
Henriette was right when she hurried me. Policemen too late.
A few days later, when woman and the boy had disappeared (they say
it, fearing for her son, fled to Rostov-na-Donu), everything finally turned out.
Chachba back on the Turkish cargo ship из Трапезунда. На пристани
его сразу же узнал старый курд - чистильщик сапог. Он пристально посмотрел
на Чачбу и медленно поднял ладонь ко лбу.
Чачба почистил Kurds boots. With joy, that after more than twenty years
he returned to his homeland Chachba talked incessantly with polisher.
He said that here was a war and revolution and is now in Abkhazia, perhaps,
everything changed. Nobody is killing out of revenge, people have become smarter and live happily and harmoniously
.
Cleaner reluctant chimed, and kept looking around. But Chachba
was happy and did not notice any frown cleaner nor his shifty eyes.
Once Chachba loaded his things on a cart and went to the mountain Cherniavsky,
cleaner slowly went to the bazaar. There was in those days many
meandering courtyards, labyrinth, where they could
lost a few steps from the exit to the street.
It was a pile of plank kennels, and countless small sheds, where
whistling hissing stoves, hammering shoemakers, bellowing, belching
blue flames, blow torches, cooked thick Turkish coffee, spanked and
stuck to tables greasy cards shouted bareheaded women,
blaming all the mortal sins of lazy and contemptuous men,
scream like the old Eagles, the elders in the windings and Soldiers boots, and suddenly
through all this market turmoil and shouting took place, swaying to the contracted
leather stockings legs, well-built handsome man in a Circassian coat with drop sleeves, and a dizzying
languid eyes.
Kurd waited for such a handsome and whispered something to him.
- Okay, Baton! - Replied quietly handsome man .- You get tomorrow
his hundred lire.
handsome led on both sides languishing eyes, clenched his lean brown fingers
stick and dagger, like a wild cat silently on the soft
legs popped out.
Ten minutes later he was jumping, crouching to the bow seat in the village
Tsebeldu to bring the inhabitants of one of tsebeldinskih homes
staggering news of his return to Abkhazia unrequited enemy Chachba.
Immediately two men rushed out Tsebeldy in Sukhumi to the locked up house on the hill
Cherniavsky.
hot horses, and keeping alert bleed, they called on the terraces Chachba. He
went unarmed and offered his hands past the enemies, and so and fell dead on the spot
, with outstretched to reconcile the old and good hands.
Assassins, of course, was not found. They galloped away to Svaneti and back in those days could
penetrate only the armed groups.
A few days later someone set fire to the accursed house. It happened this morning, and by noon
house burned to the ground. There was no wind. All fire would go to heaven, not
rushing around. A few days we have smelled the conflagration, but soon this was replaced by cinder
usual strong scent of azaleas.
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