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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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can you do Nikolai and fyodor separately with a reader who’s fluent in their mother language? and reader didn’t tell them just so they could mess with them? thanks!

Thanks for the request!

I'm gonna do Ukrainian for Nikolai since he is Ukrainian although it is possible that he spoke Russian but idc.

Also I don't know Russian or Ukrainian so I'm sorry for any mistakes, I will put the translation in there so dw! :)

'•.¸♡Mother tongue♡¸.•'

Gn!reader

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Feat. Nikolai, Fyodor

Nikolai

Nikolai often talked or sung to himself in Ukrainian thinking you never understood him.

He might tell you random words in Ukrainian and ask you to guess what they mean or just to piss you off.

He was always filled by your sarcastic answers and replies.

When he found out you could also talk Ukrainian he would talk to you in Ukrainian more often and might switch from the languages from time to time.

(I'm gonna use Google translate, sorry. Also idk if Ukrainian uses male/female version of words as frequently as it is in Polish (I'm translating from Polish to Ukrainian) so I'm gonna use the female one because... I actually don't know)

'dobryy vechir, kokhana, yak proyshov tviy denʹ' (good evening my love, how was your day?) Nikolai asked in his usual enthusiastic voice. 'vysnazhlyvo, vony daly meni tak bahato roboty.' (exhausting, they gave me so much work) you replied exasperated.

Nikolai's smile turning into a shock before morphing into a smirk. 'You never told me you could speak ukrayinsʹka!' Nikolai shouted playfully. 'You never asked.' You replied simply struggling to repress the smile you're hiding.

Fyodor

You fucking know Fyodor would find out one way or another but let's pretend he doesn't know, just for now atleast.

Fyodor didn't speak Russian as he had no use for it in Japan, he did forget some words here and there as everyone does but he just replaced it with a synonym and didn't bother with thinking of the word.

He does write in Russian whenever he writes, be it on his computers or into a note book.

(Just read what I said at the beginning of the Nikolai scenario but replace Ukrainian with Russian)

You heard the door open and in came Fyodor, he had just gotten back from a long day of working and what better way to cheer him up than to make him some borscht!

Fyodor's mind was too tired to think in a different language so he subconsciously started to talk to you in Russian. 'vkusno pakhnet, moy myshonok.' (smells delicious, my little mouse). Fyodor yawned as his arms entangled themselves around your waist as he placed his head on you shoulder. 'Spasibo.' (Thank you) you thanked.

Your reply was different somehow, when Fyodor realised what you had said his head perked up and he only looked at you silently. 'You never told me you knew Russian.' He whispered in your ear. 'It never really came up, and technically you never told me either.' You replied.

Fyodor only shrugged and placed his head back where it was wanting to fall asleep there and then.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Idk if you can tell but I'm a bit tired.

Have a wonderful day/night

-Az

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tsuki-sennin · 9 months

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Episode 44! Na-Go gets her final form, apparently!

It's so bizarre to me to see a female Rider penned by Takahashi of all people get so much love, considering how underutilized Poppy and especially Valkyrie were, but I admit I've been very pleasantly surprised by how much I loved Neon all throughout this season. ...I'm a little conflicted on the design, but

Oh, and uh... Spoilers, I guess...

-The phrase "be careful what you wish for" comes to mind.

-I just realized that Gya-Go's helmet is retooled from Seeker's. ...I feel a little sad knowing that, I really wish he got the chance to come into the main series for a bit the way Falchion did. I can see him being something of an inverse of how Bacht was in Saber. Er uh, Bahato. Sorry, I'm not a big fan of that romanization.

-It took you far too long to acknowledge that fact, Old Man Kousei.

-Now that's just gutwrenching.

-Whoa, claw!

-Good job, Kasahara-san. You've still got it.

-Akari...

-Fuck, man...

-For personal reasons I have no real desire to weigh in on the discussion on how this whole arc surrounding Neon and her family was handled, but...

-Man, Kousei. You've got a long road ahead of you before you can even try to make amends. Not just with Neon, but everyone who ever played this game.

-Oh, never mind that, the Fox Man is here!

-Oh what do you know about this world, Kekera?

-Hello, Michinaga. ...yeah, I'm calling you by your name again.

-I have to wonder, did Tohru resurrect in all the chaos?

-All we can do is play Beroba and Jitto's game better than them.

-Ohhhhh, I see. Powered with belief, like any good god.

-...I wonder if the Invess have their own religion surrounding Mai and Kouta?

-Tsumuri...

-No shit they'd kidnap Neon, Keiwa!

-You heard her constantly torturing Neon, man!

-I like how it's ambiguous that Keiwa

-Michinaga, whaddup man?

-The cow man has beef.

-Playing the DGP's game.

-Goddamn, whipping out the special first thing!

-Not even the Shogun's men stick around when he's off to war.

-God, I still can't get over how the Bujin is just a Real-Ass Goddamn Sword.

-Do you believe in Ace Ukiyo?

-Going foxhunting.

-"Then why do you still look so miserable?" :(

-All it took for the Shogun to rule was a few terrible lies and one terrible miscalculation.

-Hello, Irumi.

-You've also got a bajillion things to make up for.

-Gya-Go's core...

-"Give that back to the fox man, Neon."

-Wish granted?

-Oh, hi Beroba.

-"I have a job to do. It's my responsibility."

-Honey, I sincerely doubt you bought that gun of yours.

-Ohhhhhhhh

-Neon Kurama. Kamen Rider Na-Go!

-Welcome back to the game.

-Ohhhhh, that's good.

-Fantasy!

-Ready...

-Fight!

-Holy shit, she's a wizard.

-Oooooh, right where it hurts!

-Oh man, this is super disorienting.

-Ooooooogh.

-Goddamn, that's a finisher.

-Premium L.

-Off she goes.

-Down.

-"How's that despair treating you?"

-It's only right that Michinaga get in on this too.

-That's seven years bad luck right there, Beroba.

-Thanks, Jesus~!

-"Beroba's dead, man."

-...well, that's exactly how Keiwa's Inner Demon looked in Movie Battle Royale. ...think I'm gonna keep calling him the Shogun for a while. All the power and

-DA-PAAN?????

-HE'S STILL AROUND????

-Damn, I guess PunkJack's not transforming again until the new movie.

-Oh hello.

-You're Mela, the villain of the movie. Cross Geats, I believe your form is called.

-Somehow we always knew it'd come to this. And yet we

-That was quite exciting, wasn't it?

-Man... I'm not prepared for next episode.

#geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory #kamen rider

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kentaromulti · 3 years

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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 34 Previews

#kamen rider saber #touma kamiyama #sophia #kamen rider saikou #yuuri #kamen rider blades #rintaro shindo #kamen rider durandal #ryoga shindai #kamen rider sabela #reika shindai #kamen rider falchion #bahato #kamen rider #tokusatsu #bahato’s back

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planetchii · 3 years

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THE TOTALLY-NOT-LATE NICHIASA SHITPOSTING REPORT

Tropical Rouge: There was a major glitch in the aqua matrix, but it's all cool because Minori got her wildest dreams come true: She became the smug fish. The smug fish was regulated to the humans. Turns out, she likes the legs. She is now ready to fin-slap some people to get her own pair after her trial period ended. Make your dreams come true, smug fish.

Saber: Have you ever had a child that went so far into the emo that you had to come back from the dead just to give them a get-back-to-your-senses hug? That's Hayato. But at least that hug allowed Kento to come back into the fold, fashionably late and with Starbucks.

On an unrelated note, finally, a suit that speaks to my aesthetics: a galaxy repaint with big, honking... stars.

On another unrelated note: Touma's phycological help for someone that has had depression and a grudge for 1,000+ years is "lol just stop being sad, bro" and a hard slice across Bahato's chest. Don't take mental health advice from Touma.

Zenkaiger: Stacy and Zox are fighting over the right to make Kaito their boyfriend whether or not Zox should join with Kikaitopia Dynasty Tojitendo. So to help make a decision, Zox takes challenges Kaito on a date to a duel. Stacy is less than happy about it and goes to crash the date duel. Brought his friends and everything.

Stacy is seriously not happy about all of this.

Especially when Kaito is just floating up there in the sky.

Stacy needs a vacation.

*Things in this shitposting report may be even more inaccurate than usual since this is like... 4 days late, and I don't have the episodes with me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯*

#precure #pretty cure #tropical rouge precure #tropical rouge pretty cure #kamen rider #kamen rider saber #kikai sentai zenkaiger #zenkaiger #shitposting

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biomic · 3 years

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really hitting me that they brought back bahato, gave him a tragic backstory AND history with yuri, and then just unceremoniously thanos snapped him out of existence again. things happen in saber

#kendrix morgan died for our sins #kamen rider for ts

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queenraiden · 4 years

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Eurovision 2020 Song Review: “Solovey” by Go_A (Ukraine)

Bird is the word

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Or maybe that word should be “ptakh” as this is would have been the country’s first entry in 100% Ukrainian. Majority of their entries have been in English with the exception of “Wild Dances” and “Razom nas bahato” being partially in Ukrainian; “Dancing Lasha Tumbai” and the withdrawn 2019 entry “Siren Song” having some German; and “1944″ having a chorus in Crimean Tartar. Anyway, off to what matters most.

I did partially follow this national final, and there were some interesting entries. Jerry Heil’s “Vegan” was too out there for me, and I quite enjoyed [O]’s “Tam, kuda ya idu”. I’m not a huge fan of hip hop, yet I’d be cool with Fo Sho’s “Blck Sqr” (sadly didn’t leave the Vidbir semifinals). Khayat was (or should I say is) one of the fan favourites, but I’m not a fan of his vocal style in "Call For Love”.

Ukraine did choose the right entry. As for whether it would have made it to the final I can’t say. The lead singer uses a vocal styling in traditional Slavic music called white voice or white singing and last year the Polish entry featured this heavily. It can sound like someone or a group is shouting which may not be palatable to all ears. Compared to “Fire of Love” which features 4 vocalists, “Solovey” only features one with maybe two female backing singers (and she does break away from this style of singing for a few seconds in the song). Also I’m comparing Poland to Ukraine and it could be a regional difference in styles.

The tune is a mix of traditional folk and modern music. There are two versions of the tune, with the earlier version featuring a guitar near the end of the song (which can be heard in the performance version) while the version linked in the video and what I assume is the official version uses more flutes and and electronic percussion. I tend to like tunes that mixes modern and traditional beats so this is definitely something. It’s not a party tune but you can dance to it, even if it’s just rocking your hips or shoulders.

As for the lyrics, it’s reminiscent of a traditional folk song. Whereas “Da Vidna” by Belarus’ VAL details the story of a woman in a loveless marriage finding solace in the night, “Solovey” details the story of lovers who meet in secret as their possible marriage may not bode well with Ivan’s mother or possibly Katerina’s:

A do mene Vanyusha Ty Katrusia horosha Myla moya Katrusia Ya z toboyu lyublyusia Ya z toboyu lyublyusia Poky ne zna matusia

(and Vaniusha says to me You are beautiful Katrusia My dear Katrusia I’m loving you I’m loving you as long as mother doesn't know)

A little side note, Vanyusha and Katrusia are nicknames for Ivan and Katerina, which they would be calling each other especially if they’re super close.

As for the nightingale, it is a bird that sings at night, or in the early hours of the dawn while it’s dark out. It’s possible that whether they meet during the day or at night, the song of a nightingale signifies time passing and either one of them has to be home before their moms wake up and notice they are missing:

Solovey solovey ne spivay ranenko A meni na serdenku znov ne veselenko Solovey solovey oy yak meni buty Vmila yoho polyubyty ne vmila zabuty

Nightingale nightingale do not sing so early my heart feels no joy again Nightingale nightingale oh what should I do I could fall in love with him I could not forget him

Katerina feels happy when she is with Ivan and feels sad when they have to part. She hopes one day they can run away and have her happily ever after, but if someone discovers their relationship, it’s the end.

Yakby ya toho ne znala Ya b z toboyu ne huliala Ne hodyla v dolynu Ne lamala b kalynu Ya z toboyu lyublyusia Poky ne zna matusia A yak uzna matusia to roziydemosia

If I hadn't known that I wouldn't have gone out with you I wouldn't have gone into the valley I wouldn't have broken the guelder rose I’m loving you as long as mother doesn't know but as soon as mother finds out we will part

Could it be possible that Katerina is having an affair with Ivan? It’s possible. Kind of makes sense that she may be getting to someone she doesn’t love and eventually become the protagonist in “Da Vidna”. We could also be looking at star-crossed lovers too and their families aren’t exactly friends.

Overall, while I doubt this song would’ve won 2020, it’s definitely one of my favourites.

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mojput-mypath · 6 years

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MOM <3 MAMICA

O MA-MA-MA

Moja majka je mene rodila na otoku. Svi su govorili da sam se rodila «slučajno». Slučajno sam se rodila na otoku. I možda sam se neplanirano začela svojim roditeljima. Nikako se nisam slučajno rodila.

Moja majka je moj stup. Moja majka je moj osjećaj da će uvijek sve biti u redu i da ako život već nije, ona će: postaviti mekani jastuk na koji ću pasti kad budem padala.

Uz nju sam se cijeli život osjećala da imam i da ću imati i da uvijek ima. Čak i kad je govorila da nema, uvijek je bilo svega. Putovalo se, jelo se, studiralo, zabavljalo, kao da nikada nije bilo oskudice. Čak i kad je bilo.

Uvijek je sve moglo i sve je bilo dopušteno, i što nije. Uvijek smo bile dovoljno puštene da osjećamo da imamo neku vlastitu kontrolu nad svojim životima, a istovremeno smo bile pod budnom paskom majke, koja je sve to naizgled olako, ali konstantno nadgledala.

Možemo reći da se 'miješa'. Tako to nekada zna izgledati. Sada znam da se samo brine.

Što bih ja bez svoje mamice? Kako bih ja sve ovo što se ostvarilo u mom životu, bez nje postigla? I ne mislim samo na financijsku podršku, koje je itekako bilo i jest. Roditelj podrži svoje dijete, čak i onda kada je izgledalo da uistinu ide krivim putem i da ništa od toga osim muke neće biti? Često roditelji puste dijete da se samo opeče. Moja majka ne. Ona budno stoji uz mene i kada sam smotana, i kada sam glupa, i kada sam nerazumna, a pogotovo kada sam najtvrdoglavija.

Čak i u situacijama u kojima sam mislila da me ne podržava, moja majka je mene podržala s malim zakašnjenjem. Sve je moja majka prihvatila i razumjela.

Nije tako izgledalo na vani. O, ne. Ona se borila sa mnom, zahtijevala odgovore, pokušavala me uvjeriti da treba drugačije. Svaki puta bi na kraju rekla ili da mi je rekla da će biti onako kako je pretpostavljala (kada bi prošlo loše), ili da se nije slagala s nečim, ali je onda prihvatila da je to sve tako kako je – u mom životu. Kada sam se predomišljala, kod mene se sve tako brzo mijenja – i to je prihvatila.

MAJKA JE STUP ŽIVOTA

Moja majka je moj oslonac. Neki dan sam se s majkom sastala na kratko, samo da mi doda nešto što mi je uzela i da se malo podružimo u njenom proputovanju kroz Split. Pošto mahom izbjegavam mliječno, a specifično kravlje proizvode, donijela mi je neke fine domaće kozje skute iz Zadra i veliku vreću suhih smokava. Pitala me ranije jel' ima nešto što mi treba i ja sam spomenula te dvije stvari. Smokve, jer ih je teško dobrih naći zadnjih godina, a kozji sir, jer znam da u Zadru zna biti dobrih na pazaru. Ona je pitala, ja sam rekla, ona je donijela. Tako je to s mojom majkom. Ona nikada ne zaboravi ništa za nas, i kada donosi, donosi u izobilju. Taj osjećaj da znaš, bez militrunke sumnje, da će ona, što kaže, napraviti. Bez greške. Sjećam se kao dijete, znali smo je pitati da nam nešto donese s puta, neku majicu ili čarape ili ruksak. Ona bi svaki puta, poput dostave, donijela sve što smo tražili. Nekada bi donijela nešto što je zahtjevan tinejdžer smatrao ne sasvim u pravom stilu, ali uvijek bi donijela sve što smo tražili, kada je nudila.

MAJKA DAJE SVE

Svaka majka daje sve što ima i zna dati svom djetetu. Neka majka smatra da je najvažnije dati djetetu svoju prisutnost do kad god mu je potrebna. Neka majka smatra da treba svom djetetu pružiti što idealnije uvjete odrastanja, uz igru. Neka majka smatra da je najpotrebnije dati djetetu dobre okvire za život. Neka majka posveti cijeli svoj život svom djetetu, ako mu je to potrebno. Neka majka promatra svoje dijete, puštajući ga da raste samo, uz osjećaj podrške ukoliko mu je potrebna. Svaka majka, što misli da treba za svoje dijete, daje nesebično, neograničeno i vječno. To što majka misli da treba za svoje dijete i što daje nesebično, neograničeno i vječno, ne slaže se uvijek s onim što dijete misli da treba dobiti nesebično, neograničeno i vječno. I tu je nesrazmjer. Tu nastaje problem i nerazumijevanje.

Majke. Samim svojim rođenjem iz utrobe majke znači da je imamo, i znači da je stup za nas, našeg postojanja. I otac koji je podijelio sebe, i on je svojevrsni stup, energetski. Ali majka nas je nosila u svojoj vlastitoj utrobi. Majci se tijelo promijenilo kako bi se prilagodilo na idealne uvjete za naš razvoj. Majka je svakom djetetu svjetlo. Nije važno volimo li svoju majku, pričamo li s njom, družimo li se, razumijemo li se, gledamo li se. Nije važno. Majka je prvim činom našeg začeća, pa kasnije rođenja – naša majka. To je negdje tamo gore upisano u knjigu našeg postojanja, neizbrisivo.

MAJKA BOGINJA

Kako je prekrasnu riječ upotrijebila fina prijateljica: žena je Boginja. Koja lijepa riječ: Boginja. Sam zvuk riječi već odaje veličinu, nježnost i plemenitost. Majka je nad boginjama. Majka Boginja. Stvaratelj našeg života, oblikovatelj našeg tijela. Naša ljubav i utjeha.

Dijete kada je malo ne zna razliku između sebe i svoje majke, ono misli da jest svoja majka. Malo dijete, još dok je fetus, nema svoje vlastite osjećaje, ali ima majčine. Njih doživljava kao svoje. Dijete dok je tek rođeno, u prvom periodu ne vidi majku, i ne zna da je odvojeno od nje. Spoj majke i djeteta je djetetu sav unutarnji svijet. Sve je drugo izvan te simbioze. Netko mi je rekao da dijete crpi energiju iz majčine aure u prvim mjesecima. Ako se majka udalji dovoljno, dijete osjeća kao da nije cijelo. Plače tužno kao da ga mori bol. Bol odvojenosti.

Kada djetetu roditelji odu na onaj svijet, dijete počne osjećati težinu. Praznina uzrokovana njihovim odlaskom pada na pleća djeteta. Dijete sada mora sve samo. Dijete postaje roditelj sam sebi, i ostatku obitelji. Koliko god bilo godina djetetu, i 60 ili više godina.

JA MAJKA

Ja službeno nisam majka, i ne znam kako je to biti majka. Znam da neka želja u meni postoji da budem majka. I jednako tako osjećam da mogu i ne biti majka. Strogo govoreći u onom nekom društveno-materijalnom smislu. Istina je da sam od svojih tinejdžerskih dana apsolutno fascinira trudnicama, majkama, dojiljama. Bila bih majka samo zbog tog nevjerojatnog iskustva da moje tijelo bude inkubator za život. I zbog svega drugog. Onog što vidim, one bezuvjetne ljubavi koju dijete ima za majku i majka za dijete. Zbog one zabave, što dijete ubada majku točno tamo gdje je najtanja. I možda ću zvučati bahato, i možda će mi svaka majka reći da ne znam, i istina je da u ovom životu nemam to fizičko iskustvo bivanja majke, ali. Osjetila sam što znači voljeti kao majka, osjetila sam što znači brinuti se kao majka. Osjetila sam nekad, nekako i negdje kakav je to osjećaj biti majka.

I dalje ste u pravu kada kažete da ne znam, jer nisam. Ali ja ipak nekako osjećam da mi taj osjećaj ne bi nedostajao u životu, čak i da ne budem.

Brinem se za svaku osobu s kojom dođem u kontakt. Voljela bih da imam veće kapacitete i da se mogu brinuti za još više ljudi. Za svakog pojedinačno, nježno i prisutno. Možda ne pokazujem, i sigurna sam da mnogi ne znaju, možda ne vide ili ne osjećaju, jer možda nisam nikada rekla, ali evo, mogu sada reći. Blisko te volim, kao majka.

Sutivan, Brač island, 1993.

ABOUT MAMMAS

My mother gave birth to me on an island. Everyone said I was «accidentally» born. I was accidentally born on an island. I may have been conceived without my parents’ specific plan. I am definitely not born accidentally. My mother is my pole. My mother is my feeling that everything will always be okay and that if life has not, she will, be the soft landing for my fall.

My entire life, she has made me feel like I have, and that I will have, and that there is. Even when she used to say we do not have, we did. We travelled, we ate, studied and had fun, like there was never any lack. Even when there was. Everything was always possible and allowed, even what was not. We were always let to feel that we have control over our own lives, yet constantly watched by our mother, who seemed to oversee things from afar. We could say she ‘meddled’. Sometimes it looks like it. Now I know she only worries.

What would I have done without my mommy? How would I have achieved all that I had in my life without her? I do not only think of her financial support, that was and is abundant. A parent supports its child, even when it seems it is going in the wrong direction and that they will see little but suffering. Often parents allow the child to get burned. My mother does not. She stands by me even when I am confused, stupid, unreasonable and especially when I am the most stubborn.

Even in situations when I thought she was not supportive, my mother supported me with a bit of a delay. My mother accepted and understood everything. This is not how it looked like on the outside. She fought me, demanded answers, tried to convince me I needed to do things differently. Every time she would say either she was right (when things went wrong) or that she never agreed with my decisions, but she would anyway accept things as they were – in my life. When I changed my mind a lot, and things moved so fast in my life – she accepted them.

MOTHER IS LIFE’S SUPPORT

My mother is my backup. A few days back, I met my mother shortly, just for her to pass something she got for me and to see me in the short time she was going through Split. As I have been avoiding milk, and more particularly cow products, she brought me some homemade fresh goat cheese from Zadar and a big bag of dried figs. She had asked me earlier if there was anything I needed and I mentioned the two items. Figs, as good ones are hard to get by in the last years. Goat cheese, as I knew there would be some good cheeses on Zadar’s marketplace.

She asked. I said. She brought. That is how it is with my mother. She never forgets anything for us, and when she is bringing something, it is in abundance. That feeling that you know, without a micro particle of doubt, that she will, what she says she will – do. Without mistake.

I remember, as a kid, we used to ask her to bring us a T-shirt, socks or a backpack when she went travelling. She would, everytime, like delivery, bring everything we asked for. Sometimes she would bring something a picky teenager would consider not to be in the exact style, yet, she would bring anything we asked, when she offered to.

MOTHER GIVES EVERYTHING

Every mother gives all she has and knows how to give to the child. A mother considers it is most important to give the child her presence, as long as it needs it. Another mother feels her child should have the most ideal growing up environment, along with playing. One mother thinks the most important is to give the child good life base rules. Some mothers dedicate their life to their child, if it is needed. A mother would only observe her child, letting it grow on its own, with offering support when needed.

Every mother, what she feels the child needs, gives selflessly, without limitation and eternally. What the mother thinks the child needs and what it is she gives selflessly, without limitation and eternally, is not always what the child feels it should receive selflessly, without limitation and eternally. That is the place where a gap is created. A possible problem and misunderstanding.

Mothers. By being born alone, from your mother’s womb means that we do have a mother, and that she is a base for us, for our existence. The father as well, he shared a part of himself, he is, as well, a base, in an energy sense, yes. But our mother has carried us in her own body. Her body modified in order to offer ideal terms for our development. A mother is to every child a light. It is not important if we love our mother, if we talk to her, spend time with her, if we understand each other, if we look at each other. It is not so important. Mother is, by the act of conception, and later birth – our mother. This is written somewhere up there in a book of our existence, inerasable.

MOTHER GODDESS

A fine female friend used a beautiful word: woman is Goddess. What a pretty word: Goddess. Even the sound of it gives away greatness, gentleness and nobleness. Mother is above goddess. Mother Goddess. The creator of our life, the former of our body. Our love and comfort.

Child, when small, knows no difference between itself and its mother, it thinks that it is the mother. A small baby, even while being a foetus, has no feelings of its own yet, but has the mothers. It feels the mother’s feelings like its own. A child when born, in the first period does not see the mother, does not even perceive it is separate from her. The sum connection between a mother and a child is the child’s whole inner world. Everything else is on the outside of this symbiosis. I was told that the child takes energy from the mother’s aura in the first months. If the mother goes too far away, the child feels like it is not complete. It cries, sad, like torn with pain. The pain of separation.

When the children’s parents leave this world, the children start feeling a heaviness. An emptiness that the parents left stays as a burden on them. The child has to do everything alone now. The child becomes a parent to itself and to the rest of the family. No matter how old the child is at the time, even 60 or more years old.

ME MOTHER

I am, officially speaking, not a mother and I do not know what it means to be a mother. I know that there is a desire in me to be one. I equally feel I could live without being a mother, as well. In the most materialistic and societal terms. Truth is, since a teenager, I was absolutely fascinated with pregnant women, mothers and breast-feeding mothers. I would want to be a mother only to have the experience of my body serving as an incubator of life. And all other things. What I saw, the unconditional love that the child has for the mother and the mother for the child. For the fun of having the child poke the mother exactly in the softest spot. Maybe it will sound like boasting, and maybe every mother will tell me I do not know, and the truth is that I do not have the physical experience of being a mother, but. I felt what it means to love like a mother, care like a mother. I felt sometime, somehow and somewhere what it feels like to be a mother.

You are still right when you say I do not know, because I am not. But I still feel that the feeling would not be something I missed in life, even if I were not a mother.

I care for every person I come across. I would like to have greater capacity and be able to care for more people. For each individually, gently and closely. Maybe I do not show it, and I am sure that many might not know, maybe they do not see or feel it, maybe because I have never said it, but here it is now: I love you, closely and like a mother would.

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