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cause I love Russia's character song [link][link] (full version to download (thanks to
)yeah - I know that his coat shouldn't be black...
Russia from Hetalia
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just some fanart from Hetalia - Russia tearing off his heart.
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one of the way they see him 
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Ubrudził sobie szaliczek 
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wow this is wow this is my new favorite piece of fanart ever
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Jak na Iwanka to trochę za szczupły i za przystojny... XD Wybacz, ale pisałam swego czasu pracę zaliczeniową głównie o tym, że Iwan nie jest kanonem piękna... XD
Śliczne kolory, faktura, podziwiam umiejętności malarskie.
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lol co ty studiujesz, że takie prace piszesz?
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Kulturoznawstwo na UW ;D
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aha 
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Legend about Danko
Third part of Maxim Gorkiy's novell "Old woman Izergil".
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Translated with google.
"We lived on the earth in ancient times some people, surrounded by impenetrable forests with three
parties enclaves of these people, and the fourth - was the steppe. There were a cheerful,
strong and courageous people. And then came one day hard time came from somewhere
other tribes and drove the former into the forest. There were swamps and darkness, because
that the wood was old, and so thickly entwined its branches, that through them
see was the sky and the sun could barely make his way to the marshes
through the thick foliage. But when its rays fell on the water marsh, then rose
stench, and from people died one after another. Then began crying wives and children
this tribe, and the fathers thought, and fell into a depression. We had to get away from this
forests, and to have two roads: one - back - there were strong and evil
enemies, the other - go ahead - there were giant trees, tightly hugging each
other branches of the mighty, gnarled roots deep down in the tenacious mud bog.
These stone trees stood silent and motionless during the day in the gray twilight, and more
denser shifted around people in the evenings, when lit bonfires. AND
always, day and night, around those people was a strong ring of darkness, it is precisely
was going to crush them, and they are accustomed to steppe. And even scarier
was when the wind was blowing on the tops of trees and whole forest muffled humming like
threatened and sang a funeral song to the people. It was still a strong people, and
Could they go to fight to the death to those that once beat them, but they
could not die in battle, because they have covenants, and if used they died,
then disappeared with them b of the life and legacy. And so they sat and thought in
long nights, a muffled noise of the forest, in the poisonous stench swamp. They sat and
shadows of the fires jumped around in the silent dance, and all seemed
this is not the shadow dance, and rejoice the evil spirits of the forest and swamps ... People vs sat
and thought. But nothing - no work, no women are not exhausting your body and soul of people
as withering melancholy thoughts. And weakened people of doom ... Fear was born
among them, bound them strong hands, horror, woman gave birth to cry over corpses
the stench of the dead and the fate of frigid fear of living - and cowardly words
were heard in the woods, at first shy and quiet and then louder and louder ...
Already wanted to go to the enemy and bring him a gift of His will, and nobody,
frightened by death, not afraid of slave life ... But then came and saved Danko
all alone. "
The old woman, apparently, often spoke of burning heart Danko. She
spoke melodiously, and her voice raspy and hollow, clearly painted before me the noise
forests, among whom died from breathing poisonous swamp accidents,
hunted men ... "Danko - one of those people, a young handsome man. Beautiful -
always brave. And then he tells them his comrades:
- No way to turn a stone from the path dumoyu. Who does not do anything, so nothing
will not. What are we wasting time on Duma so melancholy? Get up, go into the woods and
pass it through, because he has the same end - all things come to an end!
Come on! Well! Hey! ..
Looked at him and saw that he was the best of all, because in the eyes
it shone a lot of force and live fire.
- Lead thou us! - They said.
Then he took ... "
The old woman paused and looked out into the steppe, where all the darkness thickened. Sparkles
burning heart Danko flashed somewhere far away and seemed blue
airy flowers, blossoming only for a moment.
"He led them Danko. Drużno all went after him - believed in him. Hard Way
it was! It was dark, and every step of the swamp opened his his greedy rotten
mouth, swallowing people, trees and defended the way the mighty wall. Intertwined
their branches together, as the snake stretched throughout the roots, and each step is much
was worth the sweat and blood of the people. How long were they ... Became thicker and thicker wood, all
was less energy! And they murmured against the Danko, saying that he need not,
young and inexperienced, he led them somewhere. And he walked in front of them and was cheerful and
clear.
But once the storm broke over the forest, the trees whispered dully, ominously. AND
was then in the woods as dark as it came together at once all night, how many
they were in the world since the time he was born. We walked among the little people
large trees and a terrible noise of the lightning, they went, and, swaying,
Giant trees creaked and hummed the song's angry, and lightning, flying over
tops of the trees, covered it for a moment in blue, cold fire, and disappeared as
as quickly as were, scaring people. And the trees, lit by cold fire
lightning seemed alive, extends around the people departing from captivity
dark, gnarled, long arms, weaving them into a dense network, trying to stop
people. And from the darkness of the branches looked upon reaching something terrible, dark, and
cold. It was a difficult journey, and the people, tired of him, lost heart. But they
ashamed to admit powerlessness, and here they are in anger and wrath fell upon the
Danko, a man who went before them. And they began to reproach him for an inability to
manage them - that's it!
They stopped and a triumphant noise of the forest, among the trembling darkness
tired and angry, were judged Danko.
- You, - they said - and mischievous little man for us! You took
us, and tired, and for this you will die!
- You said: "Behave!" - And I took! - Shouted Danko, becoming against
their breasts. - When I have the courage to lead, that's why I brought you! And you? That
have you done to help myself? You just went and did not know how to keep forces on the way
longer! You just go, go, like a flock of sheep!
But these words infuriated them even more.
- You will die! You will die! - They roared. A forest of all humming and buzzing, echoing their
cries, and the lightning tearing the dark to shreds. Danko looked at those for whom
he suffered a work, and saw that they - like animals. Many people stood around him,
but it was not on the faces of their nobility, and he could not wait for mercy from them.
Then in his heart boiled anger, but out of pity for the people it
extinguished. He loved people and thought that perhaps, without him they will die. AND
here's his heart broke fire desire to save them, take the easy path, and
Then his eyes flashed rays of the mighty fire ... And they saw that,
thought that he was furious, why so bright and inflamed eyes, and they
guard, like wolves, expecting that he will fight with them, and became
tightly surround him, to them it was easier to catch and kill Danko. And he has already
understand their council, made him even more brightly lit up in his heart, for this their doom
gave birth to him melancholy.
And all the forest sang his song a dark and thunder rumbled and rain poured ...
- What can I do to people? - Stronger than thunder shouted Danko.
And suddenly he broke his arms his chest and pulled out her heart and
raised high above his head.
It glowed as brightly as the sun and the brightness of the sun, and the entire forest was silent,
lit this torch of the great love of people and shattered the darkness from the light
him and there, deep in the woods, shivering, fell into the rotten mouth marshes. The men who
goggles, were like rocks.
- Come on! - Danko shouted and rushed forward on his seat, holding high
burning heart and illuminating their way to people.
They ran after him, enchanted. Then again, the forest roared in surprise
shaking tops, but its noise was drowned out by trampling people running. All ran
quickly and safely, carried a wonderful spectacle of the burning heart.
And now died, but died without complaining and crying. But Danko was all in front, and
his heart was all ablaze, ablaze!
And suddenly, the forest parted before him, parted and stayed behind,
dense and dumb, and Danko, and all those people at once plunged into a sea of solar
light and fresh air, washed by rain storm was - there, behind them, over
wood, and there shone the sun, she sighed steppe grass sparkled in diamonds rain
and gold sparkled river ... It was evening, and from the rays of sunset, the river seemed to
red as the blood that beat hot jet from a torn chest Danko.
Throw look forward to a wide expanse of steppe proud dare Danko - threw it
joyful sights on vacant land, and he laughed proudly. And then fell and - died.
People are just happy and full of hope, did not notice his death and did not see
what else is burning next to the corpse Danko his bold heart. Only one
cautious person noticed this and, fearing something, stepped on a proud heart
foot ... And here it is, scattering in a spark was extinguished ... "
- That's where they are, blue sparks steppes that are before the storm!
Now, when the old woman finished her beautiful fairy tale, in the steppe was
scared silent, as though she was impressed by the power of the daredevil Danko, who burned
for people of his heart and died, without asking them anything in return itself. Old woman
dozing. I looked at her and thought: "How many more stories and memories
remained in her memory? "And the thought of a great burning heart of Danko and
human imagination that has created so many beautiful and powerful legends.
The wind blew and drew from under the tattered old Izergil dry breasts,
stopped all the stronger. I covered her old body and he lay on the ground near
her. The steppe was quiet and dark. Crawling all over the sky clouds, slowly boring ...
Sea breaking softly and sadly.
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Russia.....0_0 Hey, anyone else think his face looks a bit like Sweeney Todd? :-0
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Oh, I have no problem with that, it's a plus!
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hehe that's goooood
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Boskie *_* Rosja nigdy nie wyglądał tak upiornie. Brawo! 
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Cała przyjemność po mojej stronie
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this picture is just epic! love it! great work with watercolours
yeah i just fell in love with this song, it's real russia finally 
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oh yeas please. i've got this song on my phone but couldn't find the full version to submit link... thank you
i also think that this song shows Russia exactly how he is
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[link]
full version is just waiting to be downloaded. they deleted the full version video on youtube i known about so i have just this link.
yeah, that's what i thought when i've heard it for the first time. it's amazing song.
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Wow, I love that you made it in aquarelle (?), that must have been really difficult considering all the tiny details
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yes, aquarelle. i'm not good at them so it wasn't easy
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I know what you mean, I can never get the paint to stay where I want it to
You? Not good at them?!
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