Friends and servants pt. 2 by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Friends and servants pt. 2
- So, here we go. The shopkeeper put white plastic container on the table and sat beside Mike on the bench. I won't lie to you, young man this one might prove a bit faulty, but not in a harmful way, thats for sure. Do you know how the golems work?
- Yes, err, I mean no, not really answered Mike keeping his eyes on the box.
- Youd better learn that fast. Murmured the shopkeeper, gazed at the boy as if he saw him right now for the first time and then cleared his throat loudly. - Very well. As you have probably heard already, golems are basically... robots, if you dont mind me using th
Dressed like a princess in blue and white, so young and beautiful, she was dancing in the darkness. She had a partner but she always kept him at a distance, coming closer and drifting further in their endless waltz. I simply couldnt miss such an opportunity. You see, I am a simple wanderer, nothing fancy.
Grew in a harsh place with a lot of brothers, I was forced to leave by the big guys. The bastards literally forced me out of my home! Since then I went through a lot of things. Ive been travelling for many years and seen a lot of beauties but nothing like her. One chance for a million to meet such a perfection she even ha
The Prince of Silence walked behind me. He was my cohort, my eternal speechless friend and follower and accomplice of my crime. Today I brought some flowers, beautiful orchids, darker than the deepest night, which bloom once in eternity with petals so delicate that a mere breathe could shatter their otherworldly beauty. I wanted to give them to her even though I knew there was no hope for me. She was the heir of light and I Well, I was a thing of darkness.
From the basement of the castle I came forth to the sacred window. Its dark stained glass used to tell me stories when I still was a kid. I felt myself guilty for making a hole, but
Tomorrow will be better by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Tomorrow will be better
On the fringe of a broken and desolate ravine two figures appeared, both bulky and cumbersome, weighed by something strapped to their backs. One was smaller than the other and also more careless, it moved faster and rushed to the rocky edge. Grey pebble crumbled beneath its feet and in a cloud of dust fell down the slope. Bigger figure came closer and held the smaller ones hand firmly, preventing the fall.
They stood there listening to the angry howling winds, gazed far into wounded, arid and lifeless land, strewn with large rock formations and rifts. In the middle of the dead landscape small metallic dome sprouted from the cooked clay
Friends and servants pt. 2 by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Friends and servants pt. 2
- So, here we go. The shopkeeper put white plastic container on the table and sat beside Mike on the bench. I won't lie to you, young man this one might prove a bit faulty, but not in a harmful way, thats for sure. Do you know how the golems work?
- Yes, err, I mean no, not really answered Mike keeping his eyes on the box.
- Youd better learn that fast. Murmured the shopkeeper, gazed at the boy as if he saw him right now for the first time and then cleared his throat loudly. - Very well. As you have probably heard already, golems are basically... robots, if you dont mind me using th
Dressed like a princess in blue and white, so young and beautiful, she was dancing in the darkness. She had a partner but she always kept him at a distance, coming closer and drifting further in their endless waltz. I simply couldnt miss such an opportunity. You see, I am a simple wanderer, nothing fancy.
Grew in a harsh place with a lot of brothers, I was forced to leave by the big guys. The bastards literally forced me out of my home! Since then I went through a lot of things. Ive been travelling for many years and seen a lot of beauties but nothing like her. One chance for a million to meet such a perfection she even ha
The Prince of Silence walked behind me. He was my cohort, my eternal speechless friend and follower and accomplice of my crime. Today I brought some flowers, beautiful orchids, darker than the deepest night, which bloom once in eternity with petals so delicate that a mere breathe could shatter their otherworldly beauty. I wanted to give them to her even though I knew there was no hope for me. She was the heir of light and I Well, I was a thing of darkness.
From the basement of the castle I came forth to the sacred window. Its dark stained glass used to tell me stories when I still was a kid. I felt myself guilty for making a hole, but
Tomorrow will be better by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Tomorrow will be better
On the fringe of a broken and desolate ravine two figures appeared, both bulky and cumbersome, weighed by something strapped to their backs. One was smaller than the other and also more careless, it moved faster and rushed to the rocky edge. Grey pebble crumbled beneath its feet and in a cloud of dust fell down the slope. Bigger figure came closer and held the smaller ones hand firmly, preventing the fall.
They stood there listening to the angry howling winds, gazed far into wounded, arid and lifeless land, strewn with large rock formations and rifts. In the middle of the dead landscape small metallic dome sprouted from the cooked clay
Dressed like a princess in blue and white, so young and beautiful, she was dancing in the darkness. She had a partner but she always kept him at a distance, coming closer and drifting further in their endless waltz. I simply couldnt miss such an opportunity. You see, I am a simple wanderer, nothing fancy.
Grew in a harsh place with a lot of brothers, I was forced to leave by the big guys. The bastards literally forced me out of my home! Since then I went through a lot of things. Ive been travelling for many years and seen a lot of beauties but nothing like her. One chance for a million to meet such a perfection she even ha
Friends and servants pt. 2 by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Friends and servants pt. 2
- So, here we go. The shopkeeper put white plastic container on the table and sat beside Mike on the bench. I won't lie to you, young man this one might prove a bit faulty, but not in a harmful way, thats for sure. Do you know how the golems work?
- Yes, err, I mean no, not really answered Mike keeping his eyes on the box.
- Youd better learn that fast. Murmured the shopkeeper, gazed at the boy as if he saw him right now for the first time and then cleared his throat loudly. - Very well. As you have probably heard already, golems are basically... robots, if you dont mind me using th
Interlude. Ghost ship lore. by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Interlude. Ghost ship lore.
Even in the civilized reaches of Metropolitan, space piracy wasnt unheard of. There were always daredevils and outlaws who risked their life trying to grab fortune and fame. They were armed, ruthless, inventive and very fast. Theyve had to be; otherwise they had extremely short lifespan. Operating on the fringes of faraway sectors or at the borders of Metropolis, gathering information about safe havens where distortion-driven ships stopped to gather energy for the next jump and to relieve their crews from effects of distortion lag, the pirates were one of the most professional spacefarers men knew. Theyve had expe
Friends and servants pt. 1 by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Friends and servants pt. 1
- Ahem. So, professor, please let us return to the main theme of our interview. What do you think about the recent claims made by Sector Independence society about golems and other artificial creatures rights?
- Well, if you want my opinion Of course, any self-respecting scientist will tell you the same, but to make long story short golems, as all other artificial creatures, are completely incapable of developing any self-conscience and cannot harbor things like emotions or feelings. Think of them as a sort of organic robots, able to do what theyre programmed to do. They cannot have any rights
Things like people, ver 0.1 by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Things like people, ver 0.1
Those who wanted to reach their destination fast and safely, used the beacons, distortion gates and navstations scattered throughout the explored space: they sparkled amongst the stars on any map, some disappearing but some multiplying as their host worlds became vital travel and commerce hubs. You just needed to send an inquiry to the nearest navigation node, pay a fee and soon it gave you precise coordinates when and where you need to jump.
At the wild space borders though, it wasnt really that safe. Fake beacons, stations overrun by pirates, even Navy patrol in a bad mood these were dangers any captain could face, common thin
Tomorrow will be better by iromanovsky, literature
Literature
Tomorrow will be better
On the fringe of a broken and desolate ravine two figures appeared, both bulky and cumbersome, weighed by something strapped to their backs. One was smaller than the other and also more careless, it moved faster and rushed to the rocky edge. Grey pebble crumbled beneath its feet and in a cloud of dust fell down the slope. Bigger figure came closer and held the smaller ones hand firmly, preventing the fall.
They stood there listening to the angry howling winds, gazed far into wounded, arid and lifeless land, strewn with large rock formations and rifts. In the middle of the dead landscape small metallic dome sprouted from the cooked clay
Current Residence: Moscow, Russia Favourite genre of music: Whatever feels right at the moment Favourite style of art: hard pencil mechadesigns Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: iRiver something Wallpaper of choice: one tailored by myself
Favourite Movies
Lots
Favourite Writers
T.Pratchett
Favourite Games
Fallout 1-2
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Other Interests
mecha, travelling, snowboarding, science fiction and good books
Now, i sincerely hope these won't come in handy but anything can happen, here's a bit of fresh, hard-learned experience...
1. Avoid using fists if you have little to no experience in a fight. Palms in fact can strike harder, especially when going for the head.
2. Anyway fighting with fists? Keep the thumb out of the fist if you want to keep it intact.
3. Well, palms are good and everything but there's one critical moment - KEEP YOUR FINGERS PRESSED TOGETHER! 'Cause they're so easy to break otherwise.
4. The most important one - avoid fights and trouble in general :)
Time goes by as does life. This summer in Russia is exceptionally hot in all aspects. Not only temperature is too high to bear - so is the speed of life despite all this tropical heat.
Several months already i was unable to spend even a little time for my hobbies and since this DA page represents them - it is and will be a little empty for a time being. As usual my previous attempts at writing look silly even though my language skill has deteriorated over time for sure and is even worse now. Yet i feel like at least finishing all the loose ends i've left here, for the greater good. And of course the stockpile of semi-finished model kits will
Ok, before I'll start writing in English again I definitely need to get back into shape. My other hobby is halted too as I'm in still in a process of constructing my modeling workplace – table made from IKEA's cheapest wooden frame and a lot of planks and other stuff.
Therefore to satiate the need for creation I'm delving into dangerous and unknown lands of culinary experiments. First one is a complete success though – I've made cranberry kvass (it's a traditional Russian non-alcohol beverage made from almost any fruit, grain or even bread fermented by yeast).
I would absolutely recommend this drink to anybody who likes cranberrie
Now that some of the "lesser value" kits were actually smashed to pieces in my car under heavy stuff while i was moving to my new flat - i have a whole friggin' box of spare parts. From hi-grade gunpla mostly and i saw a disassembled Crest AC and some other plastic leftovers.