MaydayMarko
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MaydayMarko5hRespondeu a LesendeTaubeCh 10 Auf unser Sudetenland- MaydayMarko5hRespondeu a LesendeTaube
I am referring to fairytales like 'Aschenputtel' and 'Frau Holle' I don't know if you are familiar with either? Basically, Aschenputtel is Cinderella but she actually outsmarts the Prince, goes hunting with him ect. and he doesn't realize it's her at the ball, she is very different from Disney's Cinderella. In Frau Holle this old woman makes a girl do housework for ages, I don't even know if there is an equivalent fairytale of this in the US? I agree with you though, I should have made it clear that I was referring to Disney's interpretation of the tales...
Ch 10 Auf unser Sudetenland - MaydayMarko14dRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 53 American Dream
- MaydayMarko1mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 51 The Georgian in the Russians skin
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a Microraptor
i like the black ice and his hair in the current :-)
"I think it's poetic." Vitia said again, taking up the conversation he himself had left off. "The third Reich is just like this...you can't see the outside world, although you're sure it's beautiful." He paused. "And although you hear and know that things are going forwards you can't feel it, not in the slightest. Excpet for the bumps in the road...those you feel very strongly, and every time they almost throw you against the enclosure which might creak but won't break..." Malinkow's explaination had taken a toll on Alistair. He started to feel the same way. He regarded his aquaintance with a new desire to learn more about him. The Soviet was obviously a writer, or even a poet, and not a bad one at that. Alistair, intrigued, waited for Vitia Malinkow to continue speaking, but the Russian didn't. He simply rested his head against the side of the wagon and stared at the wall. His eyeballs moved gently from left to right, as if he was watching the world race by outside. For some inexplicable reason, Alistair had the feeling that Malinkow could see the world outside. - MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a Microraptor
are you starting now? which major?
"I think it's poetic." Vitia said again, taking up the conversation he himself had left off. "The third Reich is just like this...you can't see the outside world, although you're sure it's beautiful." He paused. "And although you hear and know that things are going forwards you can't feel it, not in the slightest. Excpet for the bumps in the road...those you feel very strongly, and every time they almost throw you against the enclosure which might creak but won't break..." Malinkow's explaination had taken a toll on Alistair. He started to feel the same way. He regarded his aquaintance with a new desire to learn more about him. The Soviet was obviously a writer, or even a poet, and not a bad one at that. Alistair, intrigued, waited for Vitia Malinkow to continue speaking, but the Russian didn't. He simply rested his head against the side of the wagon and stared at the wall. His eyeballs moved gently from left to right, as if he was watching the world race by outside. For some inexplicable reason, Alistair had the feeling that Malinkow could see the world outside. - MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a Microraptor
I couldn't call myself that, my poetry is far too terrible. I'm like Vitia Malinkow, somewhere in between :-)
"I think it's poetic." Vitia said again, taking up the conversation he himself had left off. "The third Reich is just like this...you can't see the outside world, although you're sure it's beautiful." He paused. "And although you hear and know that things are going forwards you can't feel it, not in the slightest. Excpet for the bumps in the road...those you feel very strongly, and every time they almost throw you against the enclosure which might creak but won't break..." Malinkow's explaination had taken a toll on Alistair. He started to feel the same way. He regarded his aquaintance with a new desire to learn more about him. The Soviet was obviously a writer, or even a poet, and not a bad one at that. Alistair, intrigued, waited for Vitia Malinkow to continue speaking, but the Russian didn't. He simply rested his head against the side of the wagon and stared at the wall. His eyeballs moved gently from left to right, as if he was watching the world race by outside. For some inexplicable reason, Alistair had the feeling that Malinkow could see the world outside. - MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a Microraptor
hahhaa haven't heard that one in a while :-)
At two-thirty he left his office, swung the coat over his shoulders and marched out onto the streets of Berlin. Let the old friend be anyone but the Gestapo, please. Alistair prayed. - MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 48 Old Friend
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 46 Bundeskanzlerin Bittinger
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a indyw2003
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 45 A brief discussion about planning
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 45 A brief discussion about planning
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 44 Herr Braunschweig
- MaydayMarko2mthRespondeu a MicroraptorCh 44 Herr Braunschweig
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I'm writing this book for the sake of my love and interest for history. It certainly won't be every man's cup of tea, but I allow myself to believe that people as passionate about history and current wordly affairs as I am might find it worth the while. I apologize for the (sometimes) late updates. Ich bedanke mich bei allen die es lesen! Und viel Spass :-)