Собака сторожила гладиолусы,
Маячило ей счастье впереди,
И ветер на собаке гладил волосы
И ей шептал: "С надеждой вдаль гляди!"

Но грянул гром, помялись гладиолусы,
Их качественность снижена была.
Собака взвыла ненормальным голосом -
И умерла.
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12:54 

в сетевой библиотеке LiveLib: идея - собрать в одной подборке давно изданные детские книги, у которых почти нет читателей.

http://www.livelib.ru/selection/14444


сначало я нашла Рам и Рум, потом еще всякое разное, а потом любимую Бранку Юрца, а про охотника Бачо у меня была в картинках

кажется, что авторы знакомые, но по названию вроде не читала

13:46 

quod-sciam.livejournal.com/716616.html

угадаем героя любимой книги.

Герой наш эксцентричен, ни на кого не похож, неповторим. Особых социальных связей не поддерживает, разве что дружит с одним хорошим, честным молодым человеком. Правда, ещё была в его жизни женщина непростой судьбы, но он сам поспособствовал её браку с другим. Карает преступников, склонен к представлениям с изменением внешности, наделён артистическим складом ума, окружающий мир знает причудливо и избирательно. В быту небрежен до неряшливости, проводит эксперименты, порой небезопасные, прямо в жилом помещении. Курит трубку.

И никакой не Шерлок Холмс, а Карлсон.


из комментов:
Он – сирота.
О смерти его родителей ему с детства рассказывали только неправду.
Он и сам мог погибнуть совсем ещё маленьким, подобно другим с похожей судьбой – но его спасли и вырастили совсем посторонние люди.
На его теле есть загадочная метка.
У него чёрные волосы. (жук в муравейнике)

10:35 

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Интраверт же, наконец, может удовлетворить свою жажду общения (а она у него не слабее, чем экстраверта), не принимая в общении никакого участия. Он может часами бродить по сети, читая эпические мегасрачи с многими тысячами коментов - и ни ..........................))))))))))))))))

10:26 

:)))))))))))))
tsokotukha.livejournal.com/420939.html?nc=4#com...

Как же раздражают эти успешные и знаменитые, играющие на всех инстументах, творящие во всех жанрах, говорящие на всех языках и выступающие во всех существующих на свете видах спорта! Таланты без границ! Люди эпохи Возрождения!
А тут жужжишь в своей навозной куче (хотела написать "квакаешь в своем болоте", но побоялась, что некоторые френды могут неверно истолковать, к тому же имя обязывает) - иностранный с толковым словарем, родной с орфографическим, играешь исключительно на нервах и лидируешь в беге за троллейбусом до ближайшей остановки.
:))))))))))))
а еще вчера нашла в изр. сообщ. про распорядок дня и как под копирку -"а к 9 часа как труп"
и стало ужасно приятно ну как бы у меня то есть Flash и опять же ребенок советует Daredevil

20:46 

конечно, любовь ......но ,в общем, как пункт назначения, как цель, любовь не выдерживает никакой критики. ждать любви глупо, жертвовать ради любви чем-нибудь — тоже. особенно, если жертвуешь не своими, а, как обычно это бывает, чужими покоем, чувствами, мечтами, нужное подчеркнуть.

тут любопытно, конечно, что когда-то — и по космическим меркам не так уж и давно — я придерживался другой, более романтической точки зрения, верил в настоящую любовь, что бы это ни значило, думал, что любовь оправдывает все и так далее. но теперь я так не думаю, и в этом отношении я изменился очень сильно, но в то же время очень незаметно для себя....и ты понимаешь, что забота это любовь. что прощать это любовь. что не замечать какие-то вещи — это тоже любовь. что любовь это промолчать или поговорить. и сморозить какую-нибудь хуйню это тоже иногда любовь. что любовь это процесс, что она в мелочах, что ее — не то чтобы очень..............
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20:37 

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2k.livejournal.com/648766.html#comments
на мой взгляд, это умение эффективно управлять собственным горизонтом событий, умение отличать случаи, в которых важна предыстория (их очень немного), от тех, где лучше фокусироваться на том, что есть сейчас.


ну и конечно про лйбимые книги
не знаю, надо ли говорить, что жгучее желание разрушить все хорошее, что есть в моей жизни, с годами становится только сильнее.
читать дальше

19:26 

интересно сравнить со своими...:)

vodianoj.livejournal.com/145955.html?nc=11#comm...
Скот Адамс (автор Дильберта) опубликовал возрасты, когда он перестал верить в разные вещи. Прекрасный список, ИМХО:


Here is the approximate age at which I stopped believing in different stuff.

Age 8

Superman
Santa Claus
Tooth Fairy
Easter Bunny

Age 11

God
Angels
Miracles
Money isn't important for happiness

20s

Reincarnation
Ghosts
People are mostly rational
Unquestioned patriotism is a good thing
Any college is as good as any other
Memories are generally accurate
Looks don't matter
Wealth doesn't make you more attractive
Gay is a choice
Alcoholism is a choice

30s

School reputation doesn't matter
History as taught in school is generally accurate
You can do anything you set your mind to
Flying saucers are visiting on a regular basis
Hard work is almost always rewarded
Some men don't enjoy porn
Individuals can pick good stocks if they do research
Management is a science

40s

Food pyramid
Vitamin supplements are backed by science
Free will
Solving your problems can bring you lasting happiness

Age 50

Common sense exists (as opposed to experience)
Drink eight glasses of water a day
Exercising is a big help for losing weight
A calorie is a calorie
Don't swim soon after eating
Wash hands with hot water to kill germs
Marijuana is bad for adult health (Note: still probably bad for kids)
Stretching helps athletic performance
Humans are more likely to be real than artificial/software
Everyone will die
The government isn't controlled by big money
The stock market is mostly legitimate

10:23 


16:27 

у меня закончился Мост оба сезона
и отсмотрен True Detective


мне надо срочно найти новый наркотик

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Нынешняя жизнь дает человеку множество возможностей не встречаться с собой - Интернет со всеми его многообразными соблазнами ....... Некоторые, по-моему, живут, выныривая на поверхность только для сна (во время еды можно тоже что-нибудь смотреть или читать)

15:58 

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В детстве моей любимой книгой были "Мифы и легенды Древней Греции". Я ее знала чуть ли не наизусть, и помнила всю запутанную генеалогию древнегреческих богов.

Надо сказать, про богов я в основном и читала. Боги мне нравились. Вели они себя черт знает как, не гнушались ни инцестом, ни убийством, ни всякими мучительствами и подлостями, но я им это прощала, потому что - ну, боги, внеземная форма жизни, что с них взять.

Не то герои. В детстве я не умела это сформулировать, но теперь знаю, почему героев я не особенно жаловала, а многих так и просто терпеть не могла. Герои были люди, и люди эти были по большей части мерзавцы, каких поискать. Особенно ненавистны мне были Тесей, подло бросивший Ариадну, и Ясон, не менее подло предавший Медею


про Тесея ничего не могу сказать, а вот Ясона да, ненавидела............

11:24 

mark_haddon
labels say nothing about a person. they say only how the rest of us categorise that person. good literature is always about peeling labels off. more

18:19 

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Я помню, что в советское время таких людей пытались воспитать в школе, когда проходили роман Разгром – там был дискурс о подлинном и ложном ................. При этом школьнику забывали обычно сообщить, что в ситуации командира отряда, которым был Левинсон, это, безусловно, правда. А вот в ситуации читателя, которым являешься ты, задрипанный благополучный школьник, – это наглая ложь, пытающаяся у тебя в душе голове и душе подменить эмоциональную реакцию – стратегическим анализом, на который у тебя нет никаких полномочий и который тебе поэтому невместен.

16:08 

я нашла:))

Let it shine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a еще мелкая оказалась МакКензи из Вероники Марс:)))))))


12:55 

11:55 

Laocoon's Children Year Two: Secret Tongues
None of the professors or prefects heard the halfbreed remark, but plenty of the students did, and by lights-out half the school knew that Professor Tonks' father was a Muggleborn, while the other half had been treated to various mutations of the story including, but not limited to, Professor Tonks being a Muggleborn, Professor Tonks' father eating Muggleborns, and Professor Tonks having some form of illicit relations with Montague, which was quashed by a horrified Montague himself.


о что именно случилось и как, этого никто толком не знал, и поэтому к Натке подбегали о расспросами один за другим без перерыва.
Спрашивали: верно ли, что Толька сломал себе ногу? Верно ли, что Тольке во время вчерашнего фейерверка стукнуло осколком по башке? Верно ли, что
доктор сказал, что Толька теперь будет и слепой, и глухой, и вроде как бы совсем дурак? Или только слепой? Или только глухой? Или не глухой и не
слепой, а просто полоумный?

17:19 

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If Veronica Mars is to resemble the plot of The Brothers Karamazov at all, there must be a falsely accused suspect. ......... No, it would have to be someone that Veronica herself believed; it would have to be someone accused within the show, not before it started.

If Duncan is Smerdyakov, Logan is Dmitri. Of course, I realise Logan has not been accused of killing Lilly. Regardless, Logan is the most similar to Dmitri in terms of characterisation. Dmitri, as a suspect, is the epitome of "looks like an evil-doer; smells like an evil-doer; but surprisingly, not an evil-doer." (To paraphrase, because, well, I'm lazy.) Veronica has done surprisingly little to investigate Logan (at least that we've seen). ..................And why is it that Logan says he "could have been there" for Lilly if he was out of the country?

Logan could easily become a suspect. Since we've been casually told that his alibi is airtight, I sort of expect to see it fall apart. Let's just say it did: if it turned out that any part of Logan's alibi was a lie, he would certainly look suspicious, whether or not he actually killed Lilly. I could easily see that as a plot twist - Logan's alibi turning out to be false, but for a completely different reason, which would go undiscovered until it was too late.

If Logan is to truly be Dmitri, he should have actually done something bad at some point, though - Dmitri is not a saint, and he injures someone by accident, which is a large part of what implicates him in Fyodor's death. To fit that bit into Veronica Mars terms, it would probably indicate Logan as the drugger at Shelley Pomeroy's party, or somehow involved in the situation. It could equally imply that he knows something about Lilly's death, but I consider the rape to be nearly as important as Lilly's death, so I try to work that into my speculation. ........Logan being involved in that situation would satisfy the required black marks against his character that we see in Dmitri in The Brothers Karamazov. Alternately, Logan could have been involved in the rape in a way that might make it look as though he had something to do with Lilly's murder, though I can't think of that in specifics without knowing what happened when Lilly died.................

Which would make Veronica Ivan, of course. Ivan's philosophising about God obviously doesn't fit the show in exact terms, but Ivan is essentially a logical cynic, much like Veronica. ...........



Still, it's interesting to do the comparison, and fun because it combines two of my favourite things. If they used The Brothers Karamazov intentionally, I highly doubt that it was meant as any sort of hint to the rest of the season. If anything, it was probably meant to make people who'd read the book and connected the parallels suspect Duncan because of the epilepsy connection. I hope that it was intentional, because it's very clever.

13:11 

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There are reasons I've never gone back, but most of them sound like excuses. One reason is the time commitment, the time I could be writing my own fiction instead. This is not to slam fanfic in any way; fanfic is important, transformative works are important, and more than that fanfic has been good to me. It made an otherwise unremarkable young man into a writer. My skill at storytelling didn't bolt out of nowhere; I spent eight years writing fanfic before I wrote my first novel and fifteen before I wrote a good one. My work in fandom since this journal was started in 2003 is the result of years of practice (and occasional failure) before I came to LJ.

If you want to write fanfic and you're good at it or even if you just plain have fun, god bless you, do your thing and be ye unashamed. Fanfic is awesome. I never planned for it to be a training ground for my original fiction. It just worked out that way.





For BtvS it was Giles, dry and educated and surrounded by people who most of the time didn't care. Welcome to my high school years. In Discworld it was Sam Vimes, because he was a cynical bastard who still tried to do what was right, and that was very much me in undergrad. In Harry Potter I came to the canon as a staggering lonely, underpaid teacher, so I felt a strong resonance with Lupin, who tried to be kind and to educate and still survive. I only really became involved in Torchwood when Ianto took a more central place in the second season, because I was the office-boy with a secret life, and he said all the smartass shit I never have the immediate wit to say.

(The fact that all of these men are also deeply repressed and damaged, usually by a traumatic event in their youth, is another essay for another time.)

I never wanted to be the boss. I wanted to be the terrier, the teacher, the butler. I've always wanted to be the sidekick. Unfortunately, the sidekick usually dies, and never gets as much airtime, because, you know...he's the sidekick.

Perhaps it is fortunate -- because I wouldn't have realised this otherwise -- that my last two conduits, Lupin and Ianto, are dead. I've tried to shrug them both off but they are painful, in part because I'm not sure they actually did serve the story in the way their authors intended, in part because that's me who didn't get a death scene, that's me who died because of a stupid stunt. That's me, and it hurts, and I can't help that. However alive they might be in stories and in my head, they're dead in the canon and that can't mean nothing.

I feel stupid that I'm hurt by deaths that were chosen by their creators for a reason, deaths that are incidentally fictional. But I am. I don't want this to happen again, because maybe they did have a good and legitimate reason for dying and I just can't see it since that's me.

17:38 

Draco knew that he looked at the world differently than other people did; it had earned him strange looks from his mother and her rare visitors in the past, and his tutors were constantly trying to understand how he came up with some of the ideas he did. He'd finally stopped voicing them, because clearly they only caused trouble. He had been writing them down, and had kept them where they would be safe -






"Er...you're not going to fling yourself off the roof, are you?" she asked carefully. She was aware that she wasn't well-known for her tact, but tact, she felt, was highly overrated when one wasn't dealing with employers or foreign governments.
He snorted. "If I intended to kill myself I'd be much more efficient about it than this."
"Good to know, I suppose," she answered, sitting on the edge of the trap. He offered her a slice of the apple, and she accepted delicately. She waited; she found silence was usually as effective as active interrogation. It had worked on Severus when he was a student, anyway.




There, at the bottom of the list, in a scrawl that certainly wasn't his own, was a name not dissimilar to Hamg PoHer. Or, if one looked closely, Harry Potter.
"Malfoy," he muttered under his breath, recognising the handwriting

15:17 

Stealing Harry - теперь когда вся версия есть на archive можно не заморачиваться с кусочничаньем, а тихонечко читать, не торопясь и в свое удовольствие










"Nymphadora made them," she said, just as Sirius bit into one. Sirius paused for a moment, apparently decided to go through with it, and bit the rest of the way. Snape eyed them with the suspicion of a man who's seen exactly how many ways the sandwich-maker in question could screw up a potion.







Despite the house-elves' best efforts, Draco was a small, thin child, which in his mind was a good thing: it meant he could squeeze himself into the shadows of the hallway pilaster-columns, behind flowerpots, through holes in the garden hedges. Smallness was essential to Draco's existence, because the smaller you were, the better you could hide from Narcissa.
Considered objectively -- and Draco did a lot of objective considering -- Narcissa was not a bad mother. She kept him reasonably well-fed, clean, and neatly dressed. He had two excellent if somewhat dull tutors. But he knew she wasn't like other mums. Other mums didn't scream in the hallways when something wasn't precisely as they wanted it. Other mums had people to tea. Other mums didn't curse their husband's name on a regular basis. Other mums took their own sons out to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade or to museums and libraries. He knew they did. He'd read books.
Draco never went out unless his tutors took him. He knew Narcissa did go out, because he saw her leaving and returning, but she never acknowledged him unless she could help it, or unless he'd done something wrong. Taking him on trips or to go shopping was utterly out of the question.
When he was younger, Draco occasionally did something wrong simply to make sure she still knew he existed. Usually he realised the foolhardiness of this about three minutes after he'd done it. It was one of the many reasons Draco had identified and prepared several hiding places in every room of the house, for when Narcissa began screaming.
He also had places into which he couldn't fit -- or, after a growth spurt in his ninth year, could no longer fit -- and he used those to hide his belongings. They were things he didn't want Narcissa to see, or anything she might take away from him. There was an envelope of newspaper clippings about nothing in particular, just interesting stories he'd saved; a funny-shaped bottle he'd nicked from the kitchen; a picture of his father he'd found while exploring the upper rooms one day, when he'd cajoled one of the house-elves into unlocking the door at the top of the stairs which led to the rest of the house.
The problem was the photograph, he thought, as he gazed down from the ceiling at Narcissa, who was tearing the kitchen apart. If she'd found any of the other things she would have been furious that he was bringing filthy rubbish into the house, but finding a photograph of Lucius had put her into a frothing rage.
Draco kept carefully out of view, not just of his mother but of the house-elves, so that they couldn't tell on him if she demanded to know where he was. He'd discovered the high cross-beams in the shadowy ceiling a while ago, and knew he couldn't be seen if he kept to the south end of the room.
Clearly this called for some fast thinking. She was going to ask the house-elves, and then she was going to find all the places he kept stuff. He couldn't let that happen. This wasn't childish caprice; this was defending his territory.
He slipped off the upper-beams and down onto the lower ones; from there he dangled by his fingers until he got a toe-hold on the edge of the hatch that passed between the kitchen and the dining room. He slipped through it, landing lightly, and made for the hallway, arriving there a split second before Narcissa did. She shrieked when she saw him, and the full wrath of his mother descended on his head.

18:31 

"Вариант «раз так, вообще не буду реагировать» здесь не подойдет. Во-первых, это просто опасно: дети безгранично изобретательны, и мало у кого их настолько много, чтобы рискнуть одним-двумя" www.e-goom.co.il/materials/materials/1861.html

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"Главное свойство НФ – в том, что она везде. Вы думали, в ящике у вас хранятся деловые бумаги? Присмотритесь. У вас там лежат, вперемешку, компас без стрелки, стрелка от компаса, экзамен по математике за четвертый класс (зато с оценкой «девяносто пять»), свисток и бритый ежик. Еще один ежик - в духовке: он там спит, накрытый одеялком......Неопознанная Фигня наполняет нашу жизнь, как смысл – произведения Ницше. Причем, что интересно, мы ее не покупаем никогда! То есть, честное слово, я ни разу не покупала конструктор «Две трети деталей для сборки автомобиля» или паззл «Всадник без головы и лошадь без хвоста». Всадник тоже без хвоста, а теперь уже и лошадь без головы. И всего этого я не покупала никогда! Откуда оно тогда взялось? Загадка...................
При этом, у нас есть еще и склад. Такая отдельная комната для хранения НФ(Неопознанная Фигня.). ...Приличные люди, имея лишнюю комнату, давно бы сделали в этой комнате библиотеку, но библиотека у нас – в салоне, книги – везде, а в лишней комнате лежит все то, что не больше не лежит нигде. К счастью. Иначе оно бы тоже лежало везде, в дополнение к тому всему, что и без того везде лежит.........."))))))))))))))))

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