I hope you'll see it, @oldpaintings. What you've done here is not only rude and cruel, it's imperialistic of you to support cultural appropriationd and historical manipulation. By calling Ukrainian artist a Russian you support the cultural genoside. It's your choice as a human on which side you want to be - to support imperialistic ambitions of Russians, who want you to spread disinformation and allow them to steal others cultural inheritance, OR to call Ukrainian art Ukrainian.
By posting Ukrainian art as Russian, you are no better then thiefs. You are participating in it. And many people who'll see your post will believe this artist was Russian. And when it comes to cultutal appropriation, do you really want to participate in it? Do you really want to be one of oppressors, who are trying to erase culture and traditions?
It's just so sad, that when it comes to culture, you and many other trying to show 'Russian culture' with stolen art. If you appriciate Russian culture so much, why don't you post real Russian art? Why you post Ukrainian artist and call them Russian? It's not that you can't find Russian artists, it's something else, isn't it? Maybe hatred, maybe ignorance and cruelty. You just choose to support oppression. I really hope you'll see this post and if you did that just by mistake, I hope you'll have enough compassion to not be a part of cultural and phisical genoside.
Self-Portrait as Pierrot, 1911 by Zinaida Serebriakova (Russian, 1884--1967)
(translated excerpts from an Історична Правда article): + images source
The villagers would dig up the holes of the polecats to find at least a handful of grain hidden by these animals. They pounded it in a mortar, added a handful of oilcake (from hemp seed), beetroot, potato peelings, and baked something from this mixture.
Those who managed to hide at least a little grain would grind it in iron mills made from wheel axles and cook "zatyrukha" (a concoction made from a small amount of flour ground from ears of grain).
Acacia flowers were boiled and eaten raw, and green quinoa was mixed with crushed corn cobs. Those who could - and this was considered lucky - added a handful of bran. This food made their feet swell and their skin crack.
The peasants dried the husked ears of corn and millet husks, pounded them, ground them with weeds, and cooked soups and baked pancakes. Such dishes were impossible to chew, the body could not digest them, so people had stomach aches. Pancakes, the so-called "matorzhenyky", were made from oilcake and nettle or plantain.
It went so far that peasants would crumble straw into small chips and pound it in a mortar together with millet and buckwheat chaff, and tree bark. All this was mixed with potato peelings, which were very poisonous, and this mixture was used to bake "bread", the consumption of which caused severe stomach diseases.
There were cases when village activists took away and broke millstones, mortars, poured water on the heat in their ovens. After all, anything found or saved from the food had to be cooked on fire, and matches could only be purchased by bartering for their own belongings or by buying them in the city, which was impossible from villagers that were on "black lists".
Chestnuts, aspen and birch bark, buds, reed roots, hawthorn and rose hips, which were the most delicious, were used as food substitutes; various berries, even poisonous ones, were picked; grass seeds were ground into flour; "honey" from sugar beets was cooked, and water brewed with cherry branches was drunk. They also ate the kernels of sunflower seeds.
Newborns had the worst of it, because their mothers had no breast milk. According to testimonies, a mother would let her child suck the drink from the top of the poppy head, and the child would fall asleep for three days.
In early spring, the villagers began to dig up old potato fields. They would bake dumplings from frozen potatoes, grind rotten potatoes in a mash and make pancakes, greasing the frying pan with wheel grease. They also baked "blyuvaly" (transl. "vomities") from such potatoes and oatmeal mixed with water, which was so called because they were very smelly.
They ate mice, rats, frogs, hedgehogs, snakes, beetles, ants, worms, i.e. things that weren't a part of food bans and had never been eaten by people before. The horror of the famine is also evidenced by the consumption of spiders, which are forbidden to kill in Ukrainian society for ritual reasons.
In some areas, slugs were boiled into a soup, and the cartilaginous meat was chopped and mixed with leaves. This prevented swelling of the body and contributed to survival. People caught tadpoles, frogs, lizards, turtles, and mollusks. They boiled them, adding a little salt if there was salt. The starving people caught cranes, storks, and herons, which have been protected in Ukraine for centuries, and their nests were never destroyed. According to folk beliefs, eating stork meat was equated with cannibalism.
The consumption of horse meat began in 1931, before the mass famine. People used to take dead horsemeat from the cemeteries at night, make jelly out of it and salt it for future use.
Dead horses were poured with carbolic acid to prevent people from taking their meat, but it hardly stopped anybody. Dead collective farm pigs were also doused with kerosene to prevent people from dismantling them for food, but this did not help either.
After long periods of starvatiom, the process of digestion is very costing for the human body, and many people who would eat anything would drop dead immediately out of exhaustion.
If a family had a cow hidden somewhere in the forest, they had a chance to survive. People living near forests could hunt/seek out berries and mushrooms, but during winter this wouldn't save them. People living near rivers could fish in secret, but it was banned and punishable by imprisonment/death.
Короткий тред про укрліт меми. Одразу попереджаю: я не проводила досліджень, а просто пишу те, що думаю. Як людина, яка часто створює меми про укрліт та мові, гадаю, маю право.
Отже, якби меми існували, коли я готувалась до ЗНО, я б склала його ще краще. Скільки балів я набрала скажу пізніше, а поки поговоримо про меми.
Що це таке всі знають: яскрава дотепна картинка з коротким влучним надписом. Саме на меми ми звертаємо увагу більше, ніж на текстові пости (хоча є винятки). Меми про укрліт з’явились ще в одній російській соцмережі. Звідти вони пішли в фейсбук, інстаграм та твіттер. Існував великий та цікавий акавнт у твіттері, зараз неактивний, на жаль.
Меми використовують для поширення важливих зборів, що там вже казати про літературу. Однак літературні меми сприяють кращому засвоєнню інформації. Наприклад, якщо прочитати «Кайдашеву сім’ю», а потім поглянути на меми, то краще запам’ятаєш хто є хто і хто саме де втопився чи яке дерево засохло.
До речі, здається, саме з Кайдашами найбільше мемів. Здогадатися чому неважко. Сам сюжет прямо кричить про меми, а ілюстрації Базилевича додають бажання створювати жарти. Це ж стосується «Енеїди».
А як же важкі твори, твори серйозні, трагічні? Їх в українській літературі чи не найбільше. Звичайно ж тут меми робити важче, однак можливо. Можна посміятися з імен літературних героїв чи їхніх безглуздих вчинків. Чи, зрештою, пригадати щось про самого автора.
Такі меми допомагають посміятися над тим, що раніше викликало у нас журбу та навіть завдало психологічних травм. Привіт, «Федько-Халамидник». Але жартувати з такими творами треба обережно. Ба навіть з такими постатями як Хвильовий чи Стус, чия доля, без сумніву, тяжка, є меми.
Найбільш мемна постать укрліт — Тарас Шевченко. Звісно, він найпопулярніший поет, однак хіба його твори комедійні (є винятки), вони ж такі глибокі та серйозні! Однак його образ, його стиль, його картини, його доля, рядки з його віршів — меми. Знамениті: «як умру, то пох», «немає долі» тому приклад. Шевченко — це непочатий край для мемів та жартів. Жартів різних, але таких, аби точно не образити нашого Кобзаря.
Замало мемів про твори Кулішів (обох), Карпенко-Карого, Старицького, Багряного, Кобилянську, Костенко та інших. Найпопулярніший мем з Багряним створений вже давно, але його досі поширюють. Це ще одне свідчення того, що меми про укрліт важливі та майже такі ж безсмертні як твори, на основі яких зроблені.
Звичайно, ви можете сказати, що меми не несуть в собі нічого корисного і треба читати книжку. Треба читати! Читати треба! Однак візуальне сприйняття та смішний жарт при цьому допоможуть учням. Меми ж не лише несуть освітню мету (здебільшого не несуть взагалі, якщо так подумати), а популяризують щось, змушують усміхнутися чи аж зареготати. Літературні — популяризують літературу, українську літературу, на уроках з якої буває… так нудно!
Ще один сучасний спосіб прищепити любов та популяризувати укрліт — фанфіки. Але про них поговоримо якось пізніше. Дякую за увагу.
Поділіться своїми улюбленими мемами про укрліт чи покажіть свої! А ЗНО я тоді скалала на 192. Зараз би не склала. Однак зараз я роблю меми не лише заради жартів, а тому, що знаю: це важливо.
п.с. усі меми, окрім кольорового з Багряним, мої
більше мемів у мене у твіттері, блускаї або тг-каналі
Стрій з Житомирщини. Овруцький район.
Outfit from Zhytomyr region
I have a feeling that I might tell about this somewhere, but since I can't remember, I'll still talk about it here.
So, it's considered that Madara get his sharingan that day at the river because he lost a best friend. BUT. I don't think so.
Do you remember this?
Butsuma and Tajima tried to kill each other's heir to inflict as much pain as possible. In fandom this episode is often referred to as a confrontation of equals - parents against parents, Tobirama against Izuna. And I have yet to see anyone mention such a small detail as attempted infanticide.
And then, it was Madara and Hashirama, who sawed their little brothers. They each in their turn repelled the weapon of the best friend's father.
And I think THIS is why Madara got his sharingan. He saw the kunai flying at Izuna. His brother was closer to death than ever before. Madara almost lost it. It was the fear of losing Izuna, the pain and devastation of being killed by his best friend's father that caused Madara so much pain that his sharingan awakened. He wasn't thinking about Hashirama at this moment, nor was he thinking about Tobirama. The only thing he was concerned about was Izuna's safety. In the second it took him to bring that kunai down, he was already reliving the loss of Izuna in his mind. While the rock flew and Madara did not yet know if he had time to save his younger brother, he was already mourning him. He felt this loss. He felt fear, loneliness, sorrow.
Think. He had already lost three brothers (there were 5 of them, right?). Probably, their mother also died at that time. Is the end of a friendship comparable to the grief of losing loved ones? The fear of losing another close person - this is what caused the suffering that awakened Madara's sharingan.
Actually, I think it would be better if we saw that he awakened sharingan when he threw the rock to bring Butsuma's kunai down. What if his sharingan awakened so that Madara would definitely have time to save Izuna?)
However, I still believe that the interruption of communication with Hashirama was not the main reason. Knowing how much Madara loved Izuna, this horrific scene was the last straw. After a grown man ambushes you kids and tries to kill a small child for the advantage in a duel, you will never be the same again.
code vein domestic revenants doodle extravaganza
A friendly reminder that Ukrainians are not you political debate tool and not a scapegoat to spill all your anger towards the United States. They're living through an occupation and an attack of a state officials of which repeatedly stated that Ukrainian as an identity shouldn't exist. They live under a constant threat of death by regular russian shellings. Just because theyre white and their attacker isn't United States or because you're tired of hearing about then, doesn't mean they don't deserve to have their life, safety and rights.
Yeah woke up in a cold sweat this morning because of that air attack. And it was like that the WHOLE NIGHT.
So uh, it’s 6am I Kyiv, and there’s another ballistic missile attack. It’s the kind when you hear (or feel) the hit/explosion even before the air raid alarm goes. That’s how fast that shit is.
Waking up in terror of noise, grabbing cat & dog and running.
Today explosion wave fucked up my window and my plants.
Oh well.
Staying up for the news updates and more possible attacks.
It was a great birthday gift from me to myself. That violet bloody sky is something. I love this castle soo much.
FANGS
illustration from Christina Rossetti's poem : 'Goblin Market' by Hilda Hechle, 1914