Today is my birthday. I'm too exhausted to write out anythin' 'bout my crazy life here. I don't feel happy this day; my 26th birthday- it means I've got a year closer to my death. But I believe, the things will change someday and I'll learn how to smile again. I shan't give up.
Since beginnin' of the previous year it's got pretty obvious that my plans 'bout joinin' an American college have been totally ruined by lowering of rouble/dollar rate and insane Russian politics. It also has gotten obvious that I'd better to leave Russia as soon as possible, even if I won't to and never be able to see two of my only friends here.
For some period of time I wanted only to settle down in some village and get my own horses, for I discovered my equine therian personality and I f
Feel kinda guilty, but have to confess: I don't like pegasi. Of course I don't hate 'em and don't think they shall be put in cupcakes, but... well, I just don't like them (except only Fluttershy and Derpy.)
I wonder, is it normal not to like pegasi? I don't know why exactly I don't like 'em, but every time when I read somethin' 'bout 'em I catch myself on this thought. Of course it has no connection with Rainbow Factory, as some of y'all may think, but in pegasi I find somethin' unfamiliar o
I’m gonna sell ’em at Brony Christmas Fair, which will be held in Moscow tomorrow.
P.S. Sorry for such extremely large photos, I have no idea how to resize ’em using Mac OS.
Hey, y’all! I need some help. Is there anypony from US, who’re mature enough and could get me a little consultation about mindset of American people? I doubt I should ask my questions openly, so I’d like to talk in PM.
I dreamed about Africa. I wished to live among the lions. It was a dream following me since my childhood, when I associated myself with a lion. Fortunately or not, this dream went down in flames years ago (and now I know lions eat ponies like me ) But Africa still seems so native to me, as if I’d been there. Maybe it was in my previous life. Well... Some years ago I’ve found a game with pretty African setting- Far Cry 2. I reckon y’all know this one. Firstly I should say, everythin’ in the crush
I was a subscriber since I joined this forum. I love this forum and I’m glad to help and support it any way I can. But now $10/mo is too expensive for me. Say thanks for it to our president Vladimir Putin, whose constant lies and aggressive politics toward Ukraine, and the sanctions from civilized countries caused by it, reduced rate of ruble for about 40% and devastated our national budget for at least 4%. I event won’t say ’bout ruined families, lost friends, and the hordes of pro-government p
Today I was just like Rarity, tryin’ to sew the badges I’ve got on Nightmare Night to my laptop bag. Haven’t sew anythin’ since I was a child. But I’ve made it! Yeehaw!
Like I was said, I’ve bought some stuff on Nightmare Night in Moscow, and it’s time for photos.
The large laminated poster in format A3 with the drawing “Legends of Equestria” by Ziom.
The mousepad with reproduction of painting “Novus ordo seclorum” by Australian painter, FoxInShadow. This painting went under the hammer for $120.
The mug with Applejack.
And this one I’ve bought as a gift for my friend. Princess Mi Amora Cadenza. Who in the hoof is that?!
The glas
Since I can’t post more than 10 images per one entry, I’ve divided my entry into two pieces.
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And though I didn’t get anythin’, I totally enjoyed its atmosphere.
Some plushies with their happy owners.
After the auction and a little break it was a cosplay contest. I’m not really into cosplay, so I didn’t pay attention on it.
The beautiful’ and witty posters were hanged up everywhere.
Several hundreds of bronies gathered in Moscow yesterday on Nightmare Night festival timed to celebrating Halloween. It wasn’t as large as RuBronyCon, but it was the first brony convent I’ve ever visited. And Ah didn’t come back empty-hoofed, I’ve got some beautiful thangs and brought y’all some photos. Here we go!
Bronies started to come in more than a hour before opening, it sure was a crowd of ’em.
Many of ’em were in cosplay costumes. This youngun literally attacked everyone with
Tomorrow I’m goin’ to Nightmare Night- brony event in Moscow, timed to Halloween. Even though I’m in Kostroma now, I’m going to Moscow for one day just to visit this event, to buy sumethn pony-related and to bring you some photos, of course.
Hello. I reckon y’all’re wondering where have I been for last 3 months. So here I am with some news. I was in Moscow, capital of Russia, our local Canterlot. I worked hard and sometimes I pushed myself to the limit. I worked on TV channel, advertisement firm, and in restaurant beside Red Square. I almost hadn’t days off, that’s why I didn’t write anythin’ in this blog or somewhere else in the web; I just hadn’t enough time for this and, when I got some, I found I couldn’t write due to my writer
I reckon I shall repost this to my blog.
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While the ponies from the show eat cupcakes and throw parties, life of real horses and ponies ain’t as cheerful and optimistic. And here’s a book ’bout it, written in style of autobiography of a horse, I reckon y’all know this one.
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell
Its author was bedridden for her entire life due to childhood trauma, and it was her only one and last book. Moreover, she suffered fro
Funny parody on “A Boy Named Sue” by Johnny Cash, written by Destrier.
When I was ten my father left home;
Dad was a wizard and inclined to roam,
But before he left he put me under a spell.
Now I don’t know what Dad was thinkin’:
My best guess is he’d prob’ly been drinkin’,
But he turned my life into a living Hell.
When I turned twelve, things started to grow,
And I don’t mean facial hair, you know:
I dropped to all fours and I started to whinny and neigh.
I grew a mane and a
I’ve left Kostroma and got back to Moscow. It seems weird that, even after 20 years of living in Moscow, this city still remains alien to me. Meanwhile Kostroma has become almost my home town after only one year I spent there. And here are some photos-
Before departure.
The M8 interstate was not as bad as roads of Kostroma.
The road in 250 miles between two towns took more than 5 hours, and was unbearable long.
And finally I made it there. As always, Moscow meets me with
I’m forced to leave my town and my home again. I lived in Moscow for 20 years, 1.5 years ago I left it and moved to Kostroma. I lived in many places in Kostroma and I really like its measured tempo of life. But it’s hard to sell such car as mine in place like this, it is no work here, and I’m running out of money. So I have to leave this town and get back to Moscow again. Otherwise I can never sell my car, earn some money, and fulfill my dearest dream- join the American college.
I know, afte
I saw several lists of loved/hated things. Some days ago I’d set myself the task of drawing up the same one, but I’m stuck with the second part. There are plenty of things I love. My playlist has songs in dozens languages and genres, I like to read about cultures of different nations and countries, and really dig dishes of Mexican, Japanese, American, Italian, and many other cuisines. Some things I love more, some things less, some things I’m not into, and some things I don’t like. But I can’t r
