BagaturKhan

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Just tired

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Just tired and depressed.....

Don`t have now inspirations to do anything.....

Tired of evil from people.....

Need to relax....

Thanks all people there for supporting my work......

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I want to introduce you my literature mentor Leonid Volodarsky

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He is my first teacher in literature program and mentor of all my work. We all together took part in Literature contest jury "For the Life of Earth" in the beginning of this month.

and also want to show you pictures from my literature parties

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Today 29.04.17 I took part in the one of big literature days in "Oriola" association. Today I spoke about the nature of Time. I said that we all must take our time very carefully, because time - is the most dangerous and cruel enemy for us.

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Hope, I helped a lot people to understand about Time questions. Time never stopped and never will stop, and we all must understand it.

This year is started to be the most active in my literature life.

Thanks for watching this!


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Good day again.

Thanks again to Leonid Volodarsky for literature party in the 25th February. Didn`t posted news there since this day.

My book is already here. He he!

Thanks for my readers auditory there!

Its not my book 100% of course, but some my stories are here.

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"Nochnoye esse" and "Volodka" you can find in the rubric "Zri v koren".

In Russia "Almanah. Istoki" is popular literature journal, which is famous since Soviet times.

To be fair, I was in wonder, but pirates in my country are already tried to steal all information and post it to internet, but copyright banned them forever.

Maybe in future, some my stories will be in English-speaking countries too, but it needs high-quality translators, not Google of course.

Thanks for reading it.

Regards Alex


Next week I will get another my publications in famous literature journal "Istoki"

Its will be on Tuesday or later.....

Just wanted to say :)

Two stories are - "Volodka" and "Nochnoye esse"

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also there will be 2 presentations (25 February and 22 April)

Thanks all for reading this....

Hi all Moddb friends.

Today had experience in the big speech again in the Central Literature House. Today Leonid Volodarsky (leader of Oriola literature association) made "Christmas evening party" in the Low Room of Central Lit House. In the first time my task was to read own new-year thematics story in front of many people.

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Thanks God that evening was very good and my speech also was liked by many people. I was read them my story about my childhood and my Christmas days, when I was 8-10 years old.

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Again need to say thanks to L.Volodarsky and his association for support my literature artwork and for my work there. I am making speeches there not first time and my participation there will be continued.

All there I must wish Good successes in the New Year and must congratulate with Christmas days!

Best wishes in literature!

Regards Alexander

Central Literature House speech (in russian)

29.10.16

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Speech about literature progress. There i spoke about important literature knowledge and also about reculturisation of our society.

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"Legends of Moon Landscape"

Full book, 2016.

NIC Academica (c)

ISBN 978-5-4225-0094-9

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Book was dedicated to my beloved grandfather Alexander Rodnikov (died in 2015). He was truly teacher for me. My grandfather was first man for me in my life.

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My august

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sorry people haven`t time for visit Moddb

this august was full for me.

I drunk a lot , was in my village, build there house....

and I, thanks God, officially released my book.

will show you photos soon...

I am with you all :D

Yours Alex

Original story - Ijp.ru

My 3rd publication.
From the "Country Tales" (translation by Marqus Cane, my good friend)

It was long ago, in my village in summer 2004. Then I was no less than 11 years. Even then she was alive, my favorite grandmother, who has always supported me. Life without her grandmother while for me did not exist, my grandmother was a mainstay in all. In the village we always went to all the staff, along with his grandparents. As always, in the middle of July we were visited by mom and dad. In 2004, the Pope was unable to attend due to work and came only one mother. I remember we always went for a walk around the neighborhood of our village with my grandmother, grandfather and mother. We often went to the lake through a small street called kittens. The street that was named so because of the fact that at the beginning of the XX century in the lake, located at the end of the street, drowned kittens. However, then for me, this street was called not kittens and Street Angry Dogs. On this street there lived many farmers had in the courts of two or even three dogs. their dogs were vicious, and not tolerated outsiders. We are always armed with sticks, when they passed through the streets, passing the various houses of the local residents. Dogs here were angry not so much by the presence of strangers, but because of their puppies. Recently, a dog gave birth on the street three young puppies. It is learned all the villagers. Out of fear that the puppies do harm to people, the dog was very embittered. As we have heard, from the bites of the dog suffered a lot of people. And I, too, suffered from this dog, which is protected throughout their offspring. We came back, I remember just off the lake. We always went there to look at the water, and to reflect on the meaning of life. At this time, my grandmother was not with us, she was cooking dinner at home. We were three: me, my mother and my grandfather. We were across the street Kittens, heading to our home, located next to the village church. Grandpa went ahead, armed with a stick. My mother followed him, looking in all directions. I, unfortunately, went back, counting crows. I still regret that I had then with him was not a stick or a gun. My carelessness and irresponsibility of large led me that day.

Passing by the house of some wealthy farmers, I have not noticed how almost stepped on a peacefully sleeping puppies. these puppies seem to have been born recently. Then I did not even have time to consider them. What color was their hair, what breed they were cubs, - all this, I did not remember. Grandfather and mother went ahead and talked quietly. Grandpa said something mother, who assented to it and nodded. I walked and thought about what today will prepare us for lunch grandmother. My thoughts are interrupted unpleasant surprise.

In one second, someone grabbed me by the leg back, abruptly sank his teeth and let go. I turned back. Little black dog ran away from me towards the house of his master. At first I thought she just ran home peacefully. But suddenly I felt my left leg hurts. It's like taking a walk, I got burned. But no burns or injuries, I could not get, I carefully watch him when I go somewhere. Now I realized that actually happened.

It turns out that while I was passing by the house of wealthy farmers, where she lived, this black dog, I noticed how almost stepped on a sleeping puppies. Their evil mother sensed danger, and to protect their pups, and immediately chased rubles gained my leg. After this case, I always look around.

Yes, I remember, there was a lot of blood when it was discovered that I was bitten by a dog. Mother and grandfather immediately ran up to me, took me to the house. Then my grandmother bandaged my wound. Mother and grandfather immediately called the emergency room, and behind me came a white car with a red cross. I wanted to put in the hospital, but the doctors looked at my wound, and decided that I would come to him himself. I went to the emergency room for a few days and made shots. Soon, my wound healed, and the bite was gone.

But the fear remains, which is then tortured me for many, many years. Since that time, I was afraid of dogs, afraid of panic, as if something terrible. Until now, when I see a dog, even small and bald, I begin to fear it. Of course, I knew that the dog is essentially weaker than men, and as a bolt from the blue, I was struck somewhere I heard the phrase a long time. And weak become strong when it comes to their lives or the lives of their offspring. But now I realize it. After all, a lot of known cases where blackbirds furious rush to the crows trying to eat their eggs and destroy nests. The sages used to say that the nest of an eagle and the raven beats. This adage of the ancient Slavs long remembered me, and to this day I remember it by heart, and I know the meaning of.

As for the dog that bit me, then host it soon shot. It was rumored that she was bitten more than a dozen people. Even the owner of it more than once suffered, and his wife and children even more so, because the dog does not distinguish between friends and foes when it comes to protecting her puppies. Of course, the people invented a myth that a rabid dog, and they say, it shot right. But if this story paste the proverb, which I mentioned earlier, it becomes clear that the dog was absolutely normal. It's just much loved her puppies, and they were ready to sacrifice their lives. And I imagine the power of love, which moved this little plyugavenkoy dog and make her fearless creature, ready to defend their young even at the cost of his own life. And this is the case, when love does not only man, but also a dog is much stronger. The verdict is incredibly simple: the dog was a loving mother. After all, people still almost the same. Any mother if he sees that hurt her child, immediately rushes to his aid. So I do not blame either the dog or its owners. In terms of safety the dog was right, and I am proud to tell this to all your loved ones. What if I accidentally passed and stepped on her puppies? What then would it be? It could have been such, nothing is impossible.

No doubt that he is truly nice? xD

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He is one year old. Male.

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