Ой чия то рута-м’ята За водою, за водою,
Що поросла білим зіллям З лободою, з лободою?
Ой чого ж ти, да Мар’єчко Не полола, не полола?
Чи ти ж свої білі ручки Поколола, поколола?
Білі ручки та й тіло все, Та й тіло усе, та й тіло усе,
Поки ж твого та й Іванка Господь принесе, Господь принесе.
Ой чия то рута-м’ята За водою, за водою...
donderdag 28 juli 2011
dinsdag 21 juni 2011
1er régiment de chevau-légers lanciers polonais de la Garde impériale
"These people only know how to fight !"
"You are worthy of my Old Guard
I proclaim you my bravest cavalry !"
- Napoleon
They were limitlessly confident in Emperor's genius.
"We could have been asked to conquer the moon,
and we'd have responded with Forward, march !"
- Officer Zaluski
"Forward , you sons of dogs ,
the Emperor is looking at you !"
- Kozietulski at Somosierra, 1808
Forward ! They went out and f****ng showed what they got attitude.
For the charge at Somosierra they were admitted to the Old Guard.
"From then on they were a legendary regiment." (- Col. John Elting)
"It was at Wagram that the Polish lighthorsemen
... had a bloody encounter with an enemy regiment
of lancers. With their sabers they overwhelmed
their opponents and then seized their lances, for
the lance was the favorite weapon of the Poles."
- Charles Parquin
"Major Skarzynski performed prodigies of valor.
Snatching a lance from a Cossack , he created a
void around him by knocking over the fugitives
in his path and running the rest through with
his lance." - Henri Lachoque
One of the Polish lancers lost his headwear in a skirmish .
Jerzmanowski ordered him to go back and retrieve it
to prevent the enemy from claiming any trophy taken
from this regiment. It was unusual order since many
French troops panicked before Cossacks and left
behind their wounded, weapons, not to mention
headwears.
There was unwritten law to not maneuver in front of enemy's cavalry - too often it ended up in a disaster. Only very few regiments attained the perfection of changing formation at gallop without losing its order. At Reichenbach despite the fact they
were under heavy artillery fire, the Guard Lancers made half-turn and
crushed enemy's cavalry without losing its alignment.
zaterdag 14 mei 2011
Jeune fillette profitez du temps
La violette se ceuille au printemps
La la la larietta la ri lon lan la
Cette fleurette passe en peu de temps,
Toute amourette passe egalement
...
English tranlsation:
Maiden remember, time is on the wing
And violets are gathered only in the Spring
La la la la riette, la ri lon la la
This lovely flower blooms only but a day
Lovers come and go in just the same way
...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2FIPevOLfU
La violette se ceuille au printemps
La la la larietta la ri lon lan la
Cette fleurette passe en peu de temps,
Toute amourette passe egalement
...
English tranlsation:
Maiden remember, time is on the wing
And violets are gathered only in the Spring
La la la la riette, la ri lon la la
This lovely flower blooms only but a day
Lovers come and go in just the same way
...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2FIPevOLfU
woensdag 13 april 2011
dinsdag 7 december 2010
O pretty flower
What have you done to me
I’m in your power
Always holding thee
Intoxicating beauty
I grasp with all I can
Yet thorned and vicious
You cut into my hand
Twas first delicious
But now I understand
As the blood coagulates
And my heart suffocates
better to let you go
and stop my blood to flow
yet poison will remain
antidotes are vain
yet I cant stand the pain
of holding you forever
the dragon has been cast out
crappy breakup poetry written
accompanying stupid image found
everythings is as it should be again, it seems
What have you done to me
I’m in your power
Always holding thee
Intoxicating beauty
I grasp with all I can
Yet thorned and vicious
You cut into my hand
Twas first delicious
But now I understand
As the blood coagulates
And my heart suffocates
better to let you go
and stop my blood to flow
yet poison will remain
antidotes are vain
yet I cant stand the pain
of holding you forever
the dragon has been cast out
crappy breakup poetry written
accompanying stupid image found
everythings is as it should be again, it seems
vrijdag 29 oktober 2010
The Husaria cavalry often referred to as "The Winged Cavalry" was the pride and glory of the Polish Military from 1550 to 1683. They were an elite fighting force earning one third more salary than that of the other enlisted men. They were offered political offices, titles, many privileges and even land after six years of service. Many of the sons of the highest born nobility were enlisted in the Husaria as well. Only those who demonstrated great fighting and equestrian skill were accepted.
For over a century, the Husaria were the lords of the battlefield, delivering the decisive blow in many an important engagements; at Kircholm (1605) 4,000 Poles accounted for 14,000 Swedes, at Klushino (1610) 6,000 Poles (of only 200 were infantry) defeated 30,000 Muscovite and 5,000 German and Scottish mercenaries, at Gniew (1656) 5,500 Polish cavalry defeated 13,000 Swedes and outside Vienna (1683) the Husaria saved Europe from the, until then, unstoppable might of the Ottoman Empire.
"It would be futile to tell of the grandeur and beauty of this cavalry; to speak of their costumes, their tall lances with long pennants, their tiger skins and exquisite horses with saddles, stirrups and reins dripping with gold, embroidery and precious stones; to do so would only diminish their beauty. It is a chivalry that has no equal in the world; without seeing it with your own eyes, its vigour and splendour is impossible to imagine"
-Italian envoy Cosimo Brunetti, after witnessing Sobieskis coronation parade in 1676
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_hussars
oh if i was only born a little earlier...
For over a century, the Husaria were the lords of the battlefield, delivering the decisive blow in many an important engagements; at Kircholm (1605) 4,000 Poles accounted for 14,000 Swedes, at Klushino (1610) 6,000 Poles (of only 200 were infantry) defeated 30,000 Muscovite and 5,000 German and Scottish mercenaries, at Gniew (1656) 5,500 Polish cavalry defeated 13,000 Swedes and outside Vienna (1683) the Husaria saved Europe from the, until then, unstoppable might of the Ottoman Empire.
"It would be futile to tell of the grandeur and beauty of this cavalry; to speak of their costumes, their tall lances with long pennants, their tiger skins and exquisite horses with saddles, stirrups and reins dripping with gold, embroidery and precious stones; to do so would only diminish their beauty. It is a chivalry that has no equal in the world; without seeing it with your own eyes, its vigour and splendour is impossible to imagine"
-Italian envoy Cosimo Brunetti, after witnessing Sobieskis coronation parade in 1676
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_hussars
oh if i was only born a little earlier...
maandag 19 juli 2010
" I've always thought that it's a beautiful and sublime state of the soul, noble and worthy, even if it's the cause of unhappiness. I've written so many ballads about it. But it is organic, Geralt, cruelly and sharply organic. This way one can only feel when sick, somebody who drank poison. For like someone who drank poison, one is prepared for anything in exchange for the antidote. Anything. Even humiliation." - Essi Daven
[...]Dandelion, staring at the smoldering campfire, still sat there for a long time, alone, silently poking the strings of his lute. It began with a few bars, from which a shapely melody eventually culminated. The verse, matching the melody, was created along with her, the words melting into the music, remaining there like an insect in golden-transparent lumps of amber.
The ballad told of a certain witcher and a certain poet. Of how the witcher and the poet met on the seashore, among the cries of gulls, how they fell in love at first sight. Of how strong and beautiful their love was. Of that nothng, not even death, was capable of destroying that love and separate them.
Dandelion knew that few would believe the story which the ballad narrated, but he didn't care. He knew that ballads were not written to be believed, but to move hearts.
A few years later Dandelion could change the content of the ballad, write what really happened. He didnt do it. The real tale wouldnt move anyone. For who would like to hear that the witcher and Eyelet parted ways, and never saw eachother again, not once? That four years later Eyelet died in a plague outbreak in Visima? That he, Dandelion, carried her in his arms from the piles of corpses waiting to be burned and buried her far from the city, in the forest, lonely and peaceful, and with her, just as she requested, two things- her lute and her blue pearl. The pearl, with which she never parted.
No, Dandelion stuck to the first version of the ballad. But he never sang it to anyone. Ever. To anyone.
As morning drew near, still in darkness, a crazed and hungry werewolf snuck up to the camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a while and left.
Both fragments from the Witcher short story "A Bit of Dedication", one of the best love-shit i've read in quite some time, and the only (albeit dark) fantasy i've ever read. And one of the few witcher stories still left untranslated (in english).
[...]Dandelion, staring at the smoldering campfire, still sat there for a long time, alone, silently poking the strings of his lute. It began with a few bars, from which a shapely melody eventually culminated. The verse, matching the melody, was created along with her, the words melting into the music, remaining there like an insect in golden-transparent lumps of amber.
The ballad told of a certain witcher and a certain poet. Of how the witcher and the poet met on the seashore, among the cries of gulls, how they fell in love at first sight. Of how strong and beautiful their love was. Of that nothng, not even death, was capable of destroying that love and separate them.
Dandelion knew that few would believe the story which the ballad narrated, but he didn't care. He knew that ballads were not written to be believed, but to move hearts.
A few years later Dandelion could change the content of the ballad, write what really happened. He didnt do it. The real tale wouldnt move anyone. For who would like to hear that the witcher and Eyelet parted ways, and never saw eachother again, not once? That four years later Eyelet died in a plague outbreak in Visima? That he, Dandelion, carried her in his arms from the piles of corpses waiting to be burned and buried her far from the city, in the forest, lonely and peaceful, and with her, just as she requested, two things- her lute and her blue pearl. The pearl, with which she never parted.
No, Dandelion stuck to the first version of the ballad. But he never sang it to anyone. Ever. To anyone.
As morning drew near, still in darkness, a crazed and hungry werewolf snuck up to the camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a while and left.
Both fragments from the Witcher short story "A Bit of Dedication", one of the best love-shit i've read in quite some time, and the only (albeit dark) fantasy i've ever read. And one of the few witcher stories still left untranslated (in english).
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