A thin crescent of the moon shone faintly over the forest. Centuries-old trees, as if talking among themselves, softly rustled their leaves. Somewhere in the distance there was a mournful howl. And now, under the silver-black cover of the night...
Oops, sorry, that's not the story at all!..
And in our history it was early evening in the yard, noisy, living its stormy life, glorious city Tokyo while Detective L searched Light Yagami's room.
Or rather, there was no need to search - the Notebook, which once again escaped from the hiding place, had fun with a porn magazine right on the table. L leaned over the table, stuffing into his mouth thumb and watching with great interest what is happening. The pages were intertwined and unweaved, compressed and rubbed against each other... And at times it even seemed that quiet moans were heard in the air, sounding somewhere on the verge of hearing...
When this paper disgrace was over, L tore the Notebook from the indignantly slammed cover of a porno magazine and began to look at it. I got acquainted with the rules, looked through the names written in the Notebook ... in a word, I found everything that confirmed the hypothesis: Light Yagami - Kira.
- So, you're still Kira, Light ... - sighing, the detective said in a low voice. - It's a pity. You are damn smart, you could achieve a lot ... But you chose this path in vain.
And the next second, dropping the Notebook back on the table, where she began the second, or maybe twenty-second round with a porn magazine, he dived behind the curtain, because footsteps and Light's voice were heard in the corridor:
"Ryuk, damn it, stop touching me!" Oh, Ryuk... Well, at least let's go into the room!
- Stop it? - unfamiliar voice. Yes, I haven't started yet. But I'll start right now! Don't forget to lock the door...
The door opened, then closed, the latch on the door turned... Light's footsteps and his uneven breathing, which soon turned into soft moans, were heard... Curiosity tormented the detective with terrible force. Who is Ryuk? Probably the god of death, who, according to the rules, should follow the owner of the Notebook... And what the hell are they doing there with Light?!
There was not a single hole in the thick curtain, much to Ryuzaki's deepest disappointment. In the end, he could not stand it and looked out from behind the curtain. The sight before his eyes made L's jaw drop, and his pants became perceptibly tight. Light, wearing only trousers and with his hands tied behind his back, writhed, moaning softly, in the arms of a tall black monster and the former, apparently, Ryuk. Ryuk's clawed hands slithered over the youth's body, leaving pink scratches on the soft skin here and there. And then the god of death squeezed Light's buttocks and lifted him off the floor, pressing hard into his groin, making it clear how much he wanted a guy. This made Light moan, muffled and low.
Not only are you Kira, but you are also a pervert! the detective couldn't resist.
-Op-pa! Yes, we have a guest! Ryuk was delighted, anticipating that now it will become even more fun.
He and Light simultaneously turned their heads towards the detective.
“L, what the hell…” Light started, but Ryuk cut him off.
"You'd think you're perfectly normal and your pants aren't bursting right now...!" he snorted to Ryuzaki. In short, do you want to join?
L froze for a moment, deciding whether to accept such an obscene offer, and the resulting pause was successfully filled by Light.
- Are you two going to fuck me? Rolling his eyes, he asked.
Such a prospect frightened Kira a little, but at the same time excited her.
-More like two! - Licking, answered L and threw off his oversized sweater, and then took up his pants.
While the detective was undressing, Ryuk managed to drag Light onto the bed and fumbled for a jar of lube in the nightstand. The jar opened with a light pop, and the next second, a naked Ryuzaki joined Light and Ryuk on the bed.
Light let out a strangled groan as four hands caressed him. Ryuk squeezed almost to the point of pain, sometimes scratching, and L was gentle, his palms fluttered over his body like warm moths. From this contrast of caresses, the head was spinning, and the member acquired a diamond hardness.
- How sensitive you are... Kirochka... – the detective whispered into Light's ear, and then gently licked his pinking ear. - A little more - and you will cum right in your pants, right? ..
-Fuck him! Ryuk grinned. “Cumming in your pants is bad form, do you hear, Light? - The God of Death winked at L and said: - I've got something in store ...
He dug into his pockets and pulled out a large black vibrator, a ball gag and an erection ring.
-Wow! Ryuzaki whistled. - I thought you would also get a whip ...
"Don't... If there is a desire to sadistic, I'll get by with claws..." Ryuk showed his impressive claws, and L nodded respectfully.
- Sadists! .. - Light exhaled. - Preoccupied maniacs... I'm afraid of you! Am I even alive after your entertainment?
- Shhh... don't be afraid... – L whispered affectionately into his ear. You will be alive and well. And you'll also enjoy...
-Yeah, he's afraid!.. - the God of Death snorted, pulling Light's pants along with his shorts. “Maybe you are afraid, but your penis is not the least bit. How worth it! - With these words, he put a ring on Light's penis. - All is ready! Ryuk slapped the guy on the butt. “Now you won’t come until we let you.”
Another portion of sweet caresses, from which Light writhed and moaned, and Ryuk reached for a jar of lube. The God of Death froze in thought, holding a jar in one hand, and scratching his head with the other hand. Usually, Light lubricated himself, because, given the by no means small size of Ryuukov's love unit, it would be simply stupid to do without lubrication and preparation. But now Light's hands are tied. And Ryuk will definitely tear his ass with his claws ...
L, quickly realizing what the difficulty was, took away the lubricant from Ryuk, and his thin fingers slid along Light's ass, climbed into the hollow between the buttocks and found a neat hole.
Kira moaned sweetly, burying his forehead in the detective's shoulder as the detective stretched it with his deft fingers. And L gently licked and bit Light's ear. The detective always had a soft spot for those pretty pink ears...
But soon Ryuuk got tired of waiting, he pushed Ryuzaki away, pulled his cock out of his pants, lubricated it and thrust it into Light - sharply, with one powerful push, as he always did, except for the first few times, when he was still cautious ... Light stifled sigh. Ryuzaki put his arm around his shoulders, whispering some gentle nonsense in his ear, and glared at Ryuk angrily. He snorted derisively, but decided that maybe it really should be a little more gentle with Light...
And then strong hand made Light lean forward. Ryuk, holding Light's thigh with one hand and his bound hands with the other, began to move in him, not too fast yet. Right in front of the face was a member of L, and the detective gently but persistently pressed Kira on the back of the head, showing what he wanted. An affectionate voice, a little hoarse with desire, sounded from above:
-Just don't open your teeth, okay?
And Light opened his mouth, letting the head in, licking and sucking, slowly swallowing his cock deeper... Hearing Ryuzaki groan in pleasure...
"They have me like a whore! .." - the only coherent thought that the mind clouded with passion could generate.
What was happening was humiliating for Light, but at the same time damn exciting. Two cocks burst into his writhing body, and he either moved back, trying to let Ryuk deeper into himself, then forward, swallowing the L member to the very foundation, and his mind had long since turned off. He probably would have finished by now, but the ring on the penis did not allow this, and the excitement was already becoming painful.
No one could say exactly how long it lasted - everyone lost the sense of time. With a muffled groan, he reached peak L, spilling into Light's mouth... Almost at the same time, Ryuk finished with him... Light, who was still in an excited and dissatisfied state due to the ring on his penis, let out a plaintive groan, more like whining . They fucked him in the most impudent way and left him unsatisfied, twisted on the bed with the letter "zu" and buried his nose in the pillow ...
Then someone's hand parted his buttocks, and something finely vibrating began to push into Light's ass. Deeper and deeper ... Then the ring was removed from the penis. Light groaned desperately - according to the law of meanness, he just lacked a little to finish. He unclipped his nose from the pillow and knelt on the bed, arching his back with all his might and twisting his bound hands, reached for the vibrator. He grabbed it with his fingers, pulled it out about halfway, again pushed it into the depths of his body ... Another ... And another ... And finished, exhaustedly falling onto the bed and plunging into semi-consciousness ...
He vaguely felt how the vibrator was pulled out of him, how his hands were untied... Ryuzaki sat down beside him and began rubbing Light's wrists, kissing his fluttering eyelids. Kira purred softly, he didn't even care that gentle caresses were given to him by none other than L, who swore before the whole world that he would put him in the electric chair. And it is unlikely that today will prevent the detective from doing this. But despite this, Light liked L more than Ryuk. God of Death recent times, seems to have begun to consider Kira his personal whore, which you can have as you please. And you can’t run away from him anywhere and you can’t hide anywhere ...
And now... Ryuk pushed Ryuzaki aside and tied Light's arms to the bed. The protest of the latter was immediately muffled by a ball gag. A portion of caresses on the verge of rudeness, a few more scratches on the delicate skin... Light almost hated himself for being aroused by this. Ryuk chuckled as he ran his hand over Light's cock and turned the boy from his favorite position, onto all fours. A little lubrication on the cock - and the God of Death entered Light: sharply, without ceremony, without trying to be careful ... A moan muffled by the gag was heard in the air. Light arched, involuntarily leaning back. Everything disappeared: the thought that it was wrong and immoral, the feeling of self-hatred for the fact that he, accustomed to being the main one in everything, is substituted so obediently, and even enjoys it ... Only pleasure remains. Painful - from a member, with powerful shocks plunging into his body, stretching to the limit, so that it seemed that the tender flesh was about to tear; sharp, with a touch of slight fear because Ryuk, caressing his cock with his hand, could touch him with his claws... Pleasure twisted inside a tight spiral, forcing him to wriggle and moan, leaning towards the movements... With another, especially loud moan, Light finished.
Ryuk made several more powerful movements, breaking into the body relaxed after the orgasm, squeezing Light's hips so hard that the claws dug into the skin to the blood, and also peaked. The God of Death released the guy, and he collapsed exhaustedly on the bed.
As soon as Light had time to recover a little, he was turned over on his back, and now L took care of him. The detective acted more affectionately, kissed gently, stroked, even when he nibbled a little, it was only sweet and nothing else. Light purred softly in pleasure. Hot lips covered his neck with kisses, explored his collarbones, descended lower, licking and sucking on the nipples... And lower - the tongue teased the hollow of the navel a little... And even lower - Light's cock is dipped into moist silky warmth...
Very soon, Kira was ready for the next round. He himself spread his legs, inviting. L did not skimp on the lubricant and entered gently and smoothly. Not the slightest discomfort, only pleasure. The head is thrown back, the lover's tongue flutters along the exposed neck, the member rubs sweetly inside, constantly touching the prostate, and his own flaming organ is held captive by gentle fingers...
I wanted to run my hands through my tousled black hair, but my hands were tied. I wanted to moan out loud - but the gag drowns out the moans. But it's still good. Too, too good... With another gagged moan, Light comes and feels Ryuzaki come with him.
Then L still untied Light's hands. And he pulled out the gag - to fall to his lips with a slow soft kiss. Light answered lazily, relaxing into a warm embrace. And he tried not to think about the fact that Ryuuk would definitely not have enough and he, without ceremony, would fuck Light again. Kira wasn't sure he had the strength for another round. Although, from L's unhurried caresses, his cock began to rise again...
But Ryuku was not up to Light and Ryuzaki right now - in one of his pockets, the God of Death found ... an apple! And now he stood with this apple in the middle of the room, wondering how it was not immediately gobbled up, but ended up in his pocket and lay there for who knows how long.
And L, meanwhile, pressed Kira to the bed again, pushing his legs apart with his knee. He did not resist - the detective brought him to the desired condition. And again, Light was gently and sweetly taken, only now his arousal was not so strong, and his overworked hole began to hurt ... But thanks to the kisses and caresses that L generously gave him, the arousal was stronger than discomfort.
But Ryuzaki finished before Light. The detective began to lay down a path of kisses, about to take his lover in the mouth, but Ryuk prevented. The sight of Light under L turned on the God of Death, and now, seeing that Light was still standing, he pushed the detective away and sat on the edge of the bed, easily lifting Light and impaling him on his cock. Ryuzaki, who watched this scene, widened his eyes in shock - he did not think that Ryuk was so strong physically. Light, already almost completely fucked up, only moaned softly, leaning his head on Ryuuk's shoulder, when he lifted him up and again planted on his cock. The detective reached out to him, caressing his aroused flesh with one hand, lightly pinching his nipples with the other. A little more - and Light finished with Ryuk.
"In my opinion, me and him are too cool..." Ryuzaki said as he and the God of Death settled the tired and sleepy Light on the bed.
"Perhaps..." Ryuk snorted. - Light, of course, is a sweet candy, and he loves this business, no matter what he says ... But I can call him alone, right, Light? – In response, the God of Death received only unintelligible grumbling. “And even more so with two. But to be honest, I wouldn't say no again...
Light sat up on the bed and looked at Ryuk with a hazy look, muttered:
-Better kill right away... I can't do it anymore today. Or get him out, - a weak nod towards the detective. - Persuade...
In general, Light was arranged on the bed and even carefully covered with a blanket. And then this preoccupied God of Death persuaded L to “one more time”. Light sleepily watched from the bed as the two acted as 69. standing. And Ryuk was floating upside down in the air. The sight was exciting and very entertaining, at any other time Light would have got up, but now the member only twitched sluggishly.
"Maniacs are preoccupied ..." - Kira thought lazily. “They really fucked me up today... Especially Ryuk, always fucking trying, lover of hard sex, yep! How many times have I already told him: be careful, people are fragile creatures, you can’t do this with them. It's all useless... Hmm, I didn't think that L would be able to take such a big cock like Ryuk's into his mouth. Apparently, he practiced well on lollipops ... "
He was about to pass out when Ryuzaki lay down next to him.
-I would like to go to the shower ... - he will stretch out.
“Laziness,” Light answered him. “Yes, and suddenly someone sees us ...
Ryuk looked at the guys and decided to do a good deed. First, he flew into the corridor and made sure that there was no one there, then he returned and, throwing Kira and L on his shoulders, dragged them to the bathroom. Once there, the God of Death looked into the mirror and chuckled: the mirror didn't reflect him, just two guys hanging in the air, bottoms up.
- Enjoy - he unloaded his burden into the bath and turned on the warm water. - And I went.
L made the water a little hotter, then the guys didn't move for a while. The detective sat with his back against the edge of the bathtub, and Light rested his head on his chest. Ryuzaki's slender fingers ran lightly through his red hair.
- Stroking me... – Light said softly. - You caress ... And then you will seat me in the electric chair just as affectionately, right?
“Maybe yes, maybe not...” L replied calmly.
Light tossed his head and stared at him in bewilderment, even all the drowsiness flew off.
“You see, Light…” the detective began. Your brains are too valuable thing to throw them around so easily. So either you agree to give me the Death Note and work with me, or... I really put you in the electric chair.
"Hmm... Well, given that I still want to live, I guess I'll agree," Light decided that now it's better to accept L's offer to work together, and then see what happens. Of course, the detective would not trust him 100% and would follow him, but Light was sure that if he wanted to, he would sooner or later find a loophole.
Having somehow rinsed themselves, the guys crept into the room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.Light, get up now! - Father's voice from behind the door. – Light!!!
- Dad? .. - sleepy.
- Your mother has already tried to wake you up twice, but has not achieved anything and called me. I won't leave until I wake you up! It's time for you to go to university! Or get up, or I'll break the door! And why the hell did you lock it up?!
“Damn university…” Light mutters sleepily, tries to sit up on the bed and groans: after yesterday’s sex marathon, the butt hurts, one might even say, brutally hurts. Light falls back on the pillow and makes a thoughtful conclusion: - So, I didn’t dream ...
He squints his eyes to the side and sees L next to him: he sleeps, as they say, without hind legs, curled up in a ball, sniffing softly and sucking his thumb. Light unceremoniously pushed him aside and asked:
- What did you say yesterday about the electric chair and the two options?
L grimaced in displeasure and said:
- I said that I would not send you to execution if you agreed to work with me. But if you ever once again poke me in the ribs with your elbow like this, then I will spit on your consent and put you on a damn chair, understand?!
-Understood...
- Light! Light!!! Soichiro Yagami yelled from behind the door. “Get up, damn you!”
- The devil tore me yesterday ... - under his breath. Then, louder: - I won't get up! I have a new one now interesting job and I can spit on the university. And now I'm going to sleep!
And while Soichiro was scratching his head and trying to figure out what Light was talking about, he passed out safely...
Strange headlines have recently appeared in Nasha Niva.
I can't believe my eyes!
After all, Nasha Niva has not been ours for a long time. But to wrap it up is incomprehensible to the mind!
However, if we take into account who orders the music, and add events to it recent months, everything is rendered.
The West finally changed tactics. He no longer needed the destroyers of the last outpost of the Soviet era. Their mission is over.
Due to the inertia of the working strata of the population, the electoral resource of the new plan, of course, remained the same. These are the intelligentsia, students and high school students.
The opposition also invented the main culprit of "our troubles and our evils" - this is Putin's Russia. On it, which is under sanctions, you can hang all the dogs, starting from Ivan the Terrible. Endure.
Now - at the suggestion of Dubovets - strangely enough, an ardent Russophobe of the perestroika and post-Soviet times, Zenon Poznyak, was added to her company.
What is the novelty of the approaches of the West and its henchmen to the dismantling of calm in our society?
A new task now is the earthing up of the same intelligentsia and youth on the sly. But without the cultivation of radical nationalist sentiments, but by creating intellectual platforms where fraternization with Russian liberals would become the norm.
After all, Cicerons have died out in our country, and Navalny and others are in plain sight in Russia.
I think that for this reason the opposition was gradually converted to Russian.
It is precisely this goal that explains the strange appearance and replication of quotes from the newly minted literary diva Svetlana Aleksievich, who spoke quite definitely:
“It was impossible to do what I did in the Belarusian language.”
And finally, the point. Finally, the main thing is the emergence of a passionate desire among the puppeteers to create on the basis of the TUT.by portal, which has drastically changed its rhetoric, an intellectual platform for those who like to scratch their tongues with the involvement of the promoted liberalism abroad (read - Russian renegades).
They are, like no one else, close to us in mentality.
I won't be surprised if Shenderovich or the taciturn Savik Shuster show up as the hosts of these gatherings.
After all, he never said anything impartial to Lukashenka. Others were talking, but he, without visible emotions on his face, listened and did not assent.
But let's get back to Poznyak.
I can honestly say that I, like many others, have sympathy for this very bright propagandist, who managed to become the central figure of the Belarusian Popular Front in the late 1980s, and then with small forces to saddle the Belarusian parliament and solve the priority tasks of gaining independence by the country.
The main thing: he is an ideological opponent of everything Soviet, but not a traitor. He does not count “Jewish pieces of silver” in his pocket, but bends his line, because he believes, because he is convinced that he is right and defends his point of view.
The West did not like the straightforwardness and independence of Poznyak's judgments, and he was relegated to the backyard of Russophobic politics.
He is not their man. They don't need people own opinion. They need performers.
So what is Poznyak accused of on the pages of Nasha Niva and Svaboda by the revolutionary Sergey Dubovets, widely known in narrow circles?
Neither more nor less - in the most important: "History of the Muggle would be classed in the past, kali b People's Front of the 90s will start again".
You see, then "nathnyaў priklad" Popular Front microscopic and quiet Estonia.
It was there, and not in Lithuania and Latvia with a huge number of Russians living, in his opinion, that the most successful pies were baked.
Maybe it was so, because in Estonia people did not die in skirmishes with special forces, and there was no particular need to torment the Russians. But Dubovets's claim that he allegedly mastered the situation in the post-Soviet space at that time and could determine priorities is highly doubtful.
Dubovets, who was then in euphoria “It was assumed that Belarus would be the earliest ever - fallow and so non-Belarusian, like the BSSR”.
But in Belarus, at first, she reigned on the throne "the highest dzyarzhau asoba"- Shushkevich. Poznyak and his comrades raged in parliament, then Lukashenka.
What line Dubovets was pursuing at that time is not very clear, because he was not in sight and only now emerged - with arguments about Poznyak's mistakes.
Then he asks why everything didn’t go the way it did in Estonia, why we are not where Estonia is, and not the same as Estonia with its more high level life than in the post-Soviet space.
Let's not argue with Dubovets. He either does not understand or deliberately does not want to understand the difference in mentalities, the incompatibility of production capacities and the scale of production relationships that characterize the economies of our countries.
He does not think about the current information, how many people left for the West from the Baltic republics in comparison with Belarus.
He is not interested in the state of the real sector of the economy and what are the prospects economic development Estonia, etc.
For him, Estonia is a paradise, because “Didn’t the people attack the common and non-familiar Estonians there? And then, what did the People's Front recognize the Democrats? I tamu, that the yans adrazu took a course for independence - NATO - Europe?
The question is, was it different with us in the early 90s?
Is it possible that the Belarusian Popular Front was headed by the Party Genosses? Didn't US President Clinton come to us and give us a bench in Kurapaty?
After all, can a sane politician really believe that the path to "independence" lies through NATO membership?
In his rantings, Dubovets, of course, could not pass by "monaga torture."
80 percent of the communists, Soviet generals, even Yankovsky from the Russian Theater voted for the MOV, but it’s to blame for the fact that not everyone spoke it "Theatrical Radicalism" - “He is a mind-blower of that tiny adzinstva of Belarus, which was the first time of the language. The parallel with Estonia was evil.”
It's hard to even call it stupidity. After all, the impulse of the Belarusians to change at that time was not due to an irrepressible thirst to use the Belarusian language, but to the mistrust sown among the people in the authorities, Chernobyl fears and the infantilism of those who stood at the helm of the young republic.
Further, Dubovets claims that the split into the connected and the unconnected did not happen immediately after the formation of the Belarusian Popular Front, but after the election of the Supreme Council of the XII convocation. And the reason for this is Poznyak.
He's writing: "Adnachasov paўstala "elita" - menavita pavodle getai prykmety - svyadomyh, geta znachits, lepshy for іnshіh, matsyorіh, lіchy thаt "Estonians", yakіya "towered above the astatnіmi Belarusians".
We've arrived.
After all, everyone remembers that this so-called "elite" began to emerge when it ran from one room to another under the name "Talaka".
She, the "elite", gained a breath when the sons of party workers realized that in the changed conditions, the chance to rise to the level of power of their fathers is presented only on the wave of national radicalism, and not obedience.
After all, even then life put the question point-blank: either - or. Tacking was not welcomed, since everyone was tired of it in perestroika times.
Further, Dubovets confirms the inertia of his own thinking:
“I spat 25 bastards, and maybe more, if we know how to be adventurous Belarusians - different, but that’s because all the trees in the oak forest are different.”
It turns out that the situation is not the same as it was before. There was a click: livability reigned in society and "Pamyarkounasts". (“Facebook” doesn’t count).
But this semblance of reconciliation is given for a reason. This is a run to kick Poznyak and his entourage again:
“And the tsyaper say - like the people pagodzitsa on the getki padzel, that we are Belarusians, but are there more Belarusian Belarusians? It is clear that the “large Belarusian” side of the “simple Belarusian” will meet with the abstraction.”
D left and Lukashenka. He, it turns out, “Take the language out of the hramadskaga Uzhytka,” because she “became the sign of the saints”, and suckers are Belarusians “Adchuval satysfaktsyyu hell tago, cab show “great Belarusians” Kuzkina mother.
Sami schools pravodzіlі debelarusіzatsyyu.
Well, just like Emelyushka: "The sledges go, they go by themselves, they go by themselves without a horse."
And this nationwide revolt, born of the radicalization of the saints, led to the fall of the Belarusian Popular Front as a powerful mass movement and contributed to "The establishment of the autary madela lady, because the people are 'non-family' avtamatychna pozbaўlyaўlya subjectnastsі ў palіtytsy, and the "elite" stratsіla subjectnasts, closing in on the saba".
What does the subjectivity of the people in politics mean and who prevented the "elite" from losing it, Dubovets did not chew, each time remembering the Estonia he loved.
In rare moments of enlightenment, he speaks the absolute truth:
“... a skinny Estonian will tell you who Lukashenka is, but only adzinki in Belarus guessing who the president of Estonia is there.”
And then nostalgic:
“... some people think so myself - eight of us, the host of all Belarusians, are open and all Belarusians, we call them yes to ourselves, the host of the race and the Armenians, the whole people are themselves.”
Let's digress for a moment and imagine what the result would be if Lenin and his entourage "maryli" or "clicked yes to yourself" in 1917?
The Bolsheviks were not infantile intellectuals. They were armed modern theory, strategy and tactics of thoughtful actions. They persistently, competently and purposefully carried out everyday work among the working people and soldiers and were successful.
On some spells and humiliation of the current government, revolutions in the minds of people are not made. And the aggravation national issues in multinational republics is always fraught with slaughter. You don't have to look far for examples.
Thank God, Zenon Poznyak and the revolutionaries of the first wave, willy-nilly, but were brought up in a decent society. At that time, their hands did not itch to unleash fratricidal conflicts on very unstable national and linguistic grounds.
There was a controversy, ballpoint pens broke, but not spears.
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And here Dubovets is frankly disingenuous, stating that “Atrad musiў bazavatstsa on democratic padstavs. Never again on canservative and radical - ty, as a substitute for pashyrennya patrabavali, naadvarot, the sound of an elite atrada and nyaspynnaya pure joy. Why is it safe and hello.
After all, we remember very well: the entire opposition was not at all engaged in a detailed study of the strategy for returning the country's economy to a stable position, but hit in search of the future in the past on the basis of nationalistic sentiments alien to people.
Surely the same Dubovets tore his shirt for "moving and relaxing the hell of balshevism" instead of agitation for a national consensus and the translation of public controversy into the mainstream of economic problems and ways to solve them.
The excuse for our national humanitarians, who did not understand anything in the economy, was "the way to Europe". As if they were waiting for us with impatience and without us they would not have a life.
At the end of his story, Dubovets sincerely admits his thoughtlessness:
“On that, as the geta understands, a bunch of nasty things and pastupovy exodus of the “fellow Belarusians” were spat - in others, there are light in the other country, and in the other grooves.”
However, even today his reasoning has not received at least some kind of replenishment with new ideas and does not go further than “monoga torment”.
He states that "Znikla self-proclaimed"elite of large belarusian belarusians", svyadomyh ”, - but, like a woodpecker, remains true to the former standard, with which he associates timid hopes: “... can we know ourselves to be with the Estonians, why is this magic waste unstoppable?”
And Dubovets's confession, without admitting his own miscalculations, naturally caused a resonance in the opposition community.
It should be noted that many of the arguments of the participants in the discussion look quite sound.
For example, someone under the nickname "Svyatoma", talking about Poznyak, declares:
“I could not, in 1994, have a perekanaўchuyu podtrymka among the community ... I would have been the forest of Gamsakhurdy near Georgia ... I could have managed to do this, because I could farm a well-organized vertical and garyzantal, near Shushkevich’s hell.”
“... a bunch of people who acted Rukhaўtsаў have grown up “everything, it’s broken on the right, the political system of publicity is necessary and ab syabe think”, dzelavyya rushed to the work of the business, svyadomyya - praz syabroў z wide fractions of the apazіtsy was at the parliamentarian) , began to labiravatsya piles of ulasny іntaresy: some pasada, some kavalak lands near the adpachynka zone, some issued their creators for dzarzhany kosht, some uvogulle zehaў near Lithuania, kabzhytsi near the old Belarusian capital.
“Mae ratsiyu” and someone “Benedzikt”:
“Such for the abmerkavan and vymushany zaўvazhyts - not abmyarkoўvaetstsa adna overestimate an important problem (it looks like the menavita yana “incited” Dubaўets (and not only yago) to write the getaga aburalnaga article).
Prychyna plyagae ў offensive - agulnavyadoma, that the scandal is gamble - to the facts of not collected, falsified signatures of "Govpravda" and as a result of other "leaders" pahavaў utih these dzeyachos at vachas sheragovay apazitsi.
The fact that the Kazakh Z. Paznyak ab dzeynasts of pseudo-apocalytic structures was justified”.
What can you say? Everything is correct. The way it is.
We must pay tribute to Poznyak. Despite all his recent miscalculations, he is the only significant figure who does not compromise principles and does not wag his tail in front of those who call the music.
If it nervous system did not resonate with the Ukrainian events, which in no way correspond to his own ideas of good and evil, he could become not an inveterate leader of alternative thinking, but a real Belarusian politician who has no need to fight with windmills communism - they are already in the past.
In conclusion, I wanted to write something smart, but one expression of Dubovets caused a smile and threw off the desire to crush water in a mortar:
“... all tree trees and oak dachshunds are different, only the needles of yana hell getaga are not shy. The first sign of such a sign is an oak, dubeishy for other oaks is not the main thing for a primordial”.
It seems that Dubovets told the truth. But, as you know, in every process there are exceptions.
Today "Oakest for other oaks" is still there.
The further into the forest, the more firewood (the further into the forest - more firewood) - everything that exists is infinite and interconnected. Knowledge gives rise to new questions, from the answer to which the following arise. On the way to a difficult goal, the obstacles multiply and multiply. How more money, the more difficult it is to part with them, to preserve, increase, even attachEvery solution breeds new problems (Murphy's Law)
Analogues of the expression "further into the forest, more firewood"
- The further into the dispute, the more words
- Life to live is not a field to go
- If you don't know grief, you won't know joy either.
- God gave a day, he will give food
- If you don't catch a crucian, you'll catch a pike
- How many days God has ahead, so many misfortunes
- Live a century, hope a century
- What will be, will be, it will not pass
- Further out to sea - more grief
- Where there is fire, there is smoke
Uses of the proverb in literature
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« When you finally go upstairs,” continued Apollo, “it turns out that a duel with a giant spider awaits you — and the further into the forest, the thicker the spiders"(Viktor Pelevin "Batman Apollo")
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« While there was still talk of tobacco, a bottle of vodka, until then, one way or another, they could help him, but the farther into the forest, the more firewood, and Kornev and Kartashev were lost, seeing that, in fact, there was no end to Konon's demands. will be"(N. G. Garin-Mikhailovsky "Gymnasium students")
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« The farther into the forest, the more firewood: all Arkovtsy owe, their debt grows with each new crop, with each extra head of livestock, and for some it already stretches to an unpaid figure - two or even three hundred rubles per capita."(A.P. Chekhov" Sakhalin Island ")
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« Anninka was convinced that the farther into the forest, the more firewood, and began to finally say goodbye"(M.E. Saltykov-Shchedrin" Gentlemen Golovlevs ")
Russian proverb, meaning: The deeper you dive into a problem, business, etc., the more subtleties and features that were hidden earlier, you discover.
Examples
(1860 - 1904)
"Vaudeville" (1884): "My wife is hysterical. The daughter declares that she is not able to live with such violent parents, and dresses to leave home. husband's head with lead lotions, and a private bailiff who draws up a protocol on the violation of public peace and tranquility.
"Sakhalin island"- "Cattle, as it is, is borrowed from the treasury and fed at the expense of the government. The further into the forest, the more firewood: all the Arkovites owe, their debt grows with each new crop, with each extra head of cattle, and for some it already stretches to an unpaid figure - two and even three hundred rubles per capita.
(1809 - 1852)
(1831-1832), I - about Ivan Fedorovich Shponka:
“He was already almost fifteen years old when he moved to the second grade, where, instead of an abbreviated catechism and four rules of arithmetic, he set to work on a lengthy one, on a book on the positions of a person and on fractions. But, seeing that the further into the forest, the more firewood, and having received the news that the father ordered to live long, stayed for another two years and, with the consent of the mother, then joined the P *** infantry regiment.
Since ancient times, people have learned to notice some relationships between various phenomena and analyze them. And although then they still did not mean much, they found their expression in various proverbs, sayings and sayings.
What is the role of folk wisdom in people's lives
Wise thoughts and advice for all occasions, which are contained in proverbs, accompany us throughout our lives. And despite the fact that some proverbs are more than one hundred years old, they will always be relevant, because the basic laws of life will never change. There are a lot of wise sayings, for example: “The farther into the forest, the more firewood”, “It looks smooth, but it’s not sweet on the tooth”, “Praise is ruin for the young man”, “Live - you will see, wait - you will hear”, etc. All of them briefly and clearly characterize certain actions, relationships, phenomena, give important life advice.
"The farther into the forest, the more firewood." The meaning of the proverb
Even in ancient times, not even knowing how to count, people noticed certain patterns. The more game they get on the hunt, the longer the tribe will not suffer from hunger, the brighter and longer the fire burns, the hotter it will be in the cave, etc. The further into the forest, the more firewood - this is also a fact. At the edge, as a rule, everything has already been collected, and in the deep thicket, where no human foot has yet set foot, firewood is apparently invisible.
However, this proverb has a much deeper meaning. Wood and firewood should not be taken literally, just by the relationship of these concepts, the people expressed certain patterns that occur in our lives.
In the proverb “the farther into the forest, the more firewood”, the meaning is as follows: the more you delve into any business or undertaking, the more “pitfalls” float to the surface. This expression can be applied to many concepts and situations. For example, the deeper you begin to study any issue, the more details you learn about it. Or the longer you communicate with a person, the better you understand the features of his character.
In what situations is the proverb most often used "The farther into the forest, the more firewood"
Despite the fact that the meaning of the proverb allows it to be used in many situations, most often it is used when it comes to the occurrence of unforeseen difficulties and complications in any business begun. No wonder the proverb refers specifically to firewood. Everyone knows that the expression "to break firewood" means "to make a mistake by acting hastily", that is, it is interpreted in a disapproving manner.
This proverb can be applied not only in relation to a particular business started. “The farther into the forest, the more firewood” - this can be said about a person who, for example, constantly deceives others, and a lie drags him into a vicious circle, giving rise to more and more lies. Or, for example, someone wants to climb career ladder and for this he is ready for anything. If, in order to achieve his goal, he is playing a dishonest game, then the higher he climbs the "steps", the more unseemly acts he has to commit.
Conclusion
Embedded in proverbs and sayings, briefly and succinctly characterizes all aspects of life - the relationship between people, attitude to nature, human weaknesses and other aspects. All proverbs and wise sayings- this is a real treasure that the people have been collecting grain by grain for more than one century and passing it on to future generations. By proverbs and sayings one can judge the values that are inherent different cultures. It is in such statements that the vision of the world as a whole and in various particulars is contained. life situations. It is difficult to overestimate the importance and role of proverbs and sayings in the life of society. They are the spiritual heritage of our ancestors, which we must honor and protect.
