Warrior Swarm X Lacrosse Head Review
The WARRIOR SWARM X lacrosse head hails from Warrior and is an NFHS or NCAA licensed one. It comes at an affordable pricing range and is a top-rated product.
The lacrosse head is one of the most remarkable ones in the line of the warrior’s head. You will get adequate pinch, stiffness, weight, and stringing that will fit in the position.
In this article, you will come to know about some of its features and advantages that make it better over the competitors.
Warrior Swarm X Lacrosse Head Details:
Sometimes it happens so that finding the best lacrosse stick head becomes a difficult entity. This head is available for sale on the website.
The best seller head is an aggressively designed piece. It is perfect for advancing youth players who want to play in the backyard. even professionals love it for its level of performance.
It is the best seller head that will be adequate in terms of meeting with the norms of the universal X heads.
There is a design that is optimum for the advancing players to start with the games. It makes use of their TruOffset Technology for the creation of the lowered pocket.
So, you will get extra power on the shot when you use this lacrosse head. The design is also a high-end one that goes with the pickup ground balls.
- It comes with the wider face for helping defensive players to get pickoff passes.
- There is a reinforced sidewall for giving the maximum strength along with the entire length of the sidewall.
- It also comes with the perfect scoop angle for letting your handle easily the ground balls that are present on the run.
The verdict of Warrior on the Warrior Swarm X Head
According to the company, the Swarm X Head becomes the aggressive new true offset Technology for the creation of the lowered pocket. It will take power on the shots.
They say that the design is a specific one for driving an effortless pick up above the ground balls. According to the manufacturer’s, the head is perfect for college and high school.
Lacrosse head size regulations of this model abide by the norms and have that optimum head width and length. In 2015, lacrosse sessions, everyone witnessed the use of the crosshead that was marked as U or X. All the levels of play like NCAA and NFHS.
They also state that a player may use the head that has the mark of NFHS or HS in the case of High School lacrosse.
So, they abide by all the norms of the lacrosse head that will give confidence in the games of high school and college lacrosse.
The headstrong colour is something that makes it dramatically elegant over the competitor models.
The colours are usually green or black which falls under the criteria of X specifications. The legal Swarm X Head is a brand new model available at an affordable price range.
There are some extensive features already mentioned above.
The wide face makes it a specially designed model for the defensive players who find the vivid output out of it.
The reinforced sidewall is something that if more specific over the competitive models. There is good strength along the entire length of the sidewall. There is the availability of the player’s sidewall for scooping up the ground balls.
Besides, the slightly offset head plane with normal width makes it applicable for inclining towards the recommended positions.
The players will get stiffness in the quality crosshead.
The product is a guaranteed one to last over many years. Players who are starting with the beginning level can find that these lacrosse heads will allow them to develop skills bit by bit. That’s it for Warrior Swarm X Lacrosse Head Review.
The Best Lacrosse Stick in 2021
Choosing the right stick or shaft isn’t as difficult as selecting the right lacrosse head, but there are still some determining factors that you should keep in mind when you’re making your choice. Your position plays a big part, as do the materials that are used in the manufacturing of the stick as certain players are going to want specific attributes in their equipment, be it length or resilience.
Shape and grip are also important considerations but these inevitably come down to personal preference. One player’s ideal grip could be another player’s personal hell, which is why it’s important for you to feel out a few shafts first. Comfort is another key component and if you’re just not feeling it, continue on with the quest for your ideal stick.
Most major lacrosse companies offer plain shafts or complete sticks which include a head as part of a total lacrosse stick package. For additional information, be sure to check out our lacrosse head buyer’s guide.
Lacrosse Stick Types
Attackers and middies want a stick that’s fast, accurate, and lightweight so as a result, they’ll prefer sticks that are shorter in length. However, there are regulations that must be complied with and so 40 inches (including the attached head) is the minimum required by league rules. The average for most sticks is 40-42 inches but again, this will be an issue of personal preference. This means the shortest shaft you can buy or modify must be at least 30 inches in length to remain legal for most types of league play.
The bane of the opposing attack’s existence, players in the defensive and goalie positions have a wider array of length options when selecting a shaft. Some like to keep the standard 40-42 inch length, others prefer a longer stick which can run between 52-72 inches long.
The reason for the extended range is because it gives defenders (and even midfielders) greater effectiveness with poke checks and longer reach to knock the ball out of the opponent’s pocket.The drawback is that the longer the stick, the less power and accuracy you’ll have on ball release. However, it sure makes intercepting those passes a heck of a lot easier.
Goalies have more radius to protect the crease with a longer stick as well, though not all goalies prefer it. Some players will opt for more agility and speed instead and therefore going with a shorter length more akin to one suited for attack.
Designed for use by players just beginning to learn the basics of the game, the big lacrosse companies offer complete sticks which include the shaft, head, and mesh. These are affordably priced options for getting newbies adjusted to the game. Eventually players can graduate to more advanced gear when they’re ready.
For the most part, these sticks are made from aluminum rather than alloys like scandium or titanium. However, there are some complete sticks made from stronger stuff to be found if you do your research.
Nothing much different here than if you were selecting a men’s stick, although female players will still want handle a few different sticks first to see which is most comfortable. Women’s sticks primarily run 35-43 inches and often constructed thinner for a better grip.
Much like with the men, position plays a role in picking a stick, with attackers going short, defense going long, but with the regulations for the women’s game, some of the length requirements are a bit different.
Lacrosse Stick Components
Most sticks today are made of four particular materials, each one with distinct advantages:
Aluminum alloy is the most common stick material you’ll find. Well suited for beginners, aluminum is lightweight but sacrifices durability and strength.
Scandium boasts the best material strength-to-weight ratio used in sticks today, combining lightweight properties with exceptional durability. It’s most popular stick material used by advanced players and professionals
Titanium is similar to scandium in terms of weight and strength. This alloy is capable of withstanding plenty of abuse on the field.
Composite sticks are usually made with a high-grade carbon fiber. They’re ideal for intermediate players on attack because of its combination of agility and strength as well as the natural grip inherent with the material.
The days of taping up your shaft are long gone with most sticks offering some kind of grip texture embedded into the shaft material or added on post-manufacturing. You can find rubberized grips, sandpaper grips, or no grip at all if that’s your preference. Most players are going to want to feel things out for themselves; too much grip can hinder hand movement on the stick although some individuals prefer having that extra amount of tactile enhancement.
Shape refers to the circumference of the stick, whether it’s in an octagonal shape, concave, or a variety of other configurations, each one more aggressive than the next. Since this is also a tactile issue like grip, personal preference is going to be key versus a “one-size-fits-all” solution.
Some players like a perfectly round shaft while others prefer extra ridges for stronger control over the stick during the game. Grip and shape go hand in hand so you’ll want to get your hands on a few models first and see what feels right to you.
Swarm Have Guard Up Preparing For Road Warrior Seals
April 4, 2019
By: Taylor Denman
The preseason bar for professional expansion teams is generally low.
The San Diego Seals are raising that bar.
The Seals have nine wins and already clinched a playoff spot in NLL’s Western Division. What’s left for San Diego is to clinch the top spot in the division and a first-round bye.
Friday’s game against the Georgia Swarm will be the second part of a three-game road stretch for San Diego. The Seals are the only team in the Western Division with a winning record in away games (4-3). San Diego is coming off perhaps its most dominant performance from both ends of the floor against Calgary where the Seals rattled off 16 goals, one away from matching their season high, and they held the playoff-bound Roughnecks to two goals in the second, third and fourth quarters.
San Diego dominated Calgary in front of an opposing crowd of more than 10,000 fans, so Georgia Swarm head coach Eddie Comeau doesn’t expect to see the Seals stumble after Friday’s 7:35 p.m. faceoff at Infinite Energy Arena in Duluth, Ga. just because of a change of scenery.
San Diego’s franchise is new to the league, but its squad is a mix of veterans and young, rising talents. San Diego’s top points scorer, forward Garrett Billings, is in the midst of his ninth year in the league, and forward Dan Dawson is polishing off his 18th year in the league. Brodie Merrill sets the pace in transition, now in his 14th year. He is two years removed from his third Transition Player of the Year award in 2017.
It doesn’t surprise the Swarm that a team with a quality foundation of experience, such as San Diego, is making moves in its inaugural season.
“People are going to say they surprised people, and no one expects an expansion team to have that kind of success,” Comeau said. “You look at their roster, and it’s no surprise to us.”
San Diego’s five-game winning streak matches Georgia current five-game winning streak.
Georgia Swarm forward Randy Staats can’t remember a time when he and his brother Austin ever played against each other. When the two clash on Friday night in Georgia, there will be a reunion of Staats relatives in the stands and on the field.
San Diego’s leading scorer is 20-year-old rookie Austin Staats, Randy’s younger brother by roughly six years. Randy was the NLL’s 2016 Rookie of the Year, and Austin is doing his best impression of his older brother for San Diego in 2019. The first overall pick in the 2018 Entry Draft, Austin has 31 goals, which ties him for sixth in the league. That’s one spot behind Randy, who’s tallied 33 goals.
Austin may have something to hold over Randy by season’s end. His 31 goals through 13 games is on pace to break Randy’s mark of 36 through 18 games in his 2016 rookie season with Georgia.
“It’s going to be different playing against him,” Randy said. “I don’t think I’ve played against him ever, really. It’s going to be interesting but it definitely doesn’t change what we have to do with regards to getting hard on and off the floor offensively, shutting down their transition and playing a tough game.”
Frank the tank vs. Mike between the pipes
Perhaps San Diego’s ability to prevent goals has been its best quality this season. Goalie Frank Scigliano is ranked third in goals against average (11.02) among goalies that have played 700 or more minutes this season. His save percentage rests at .795, good enough to tie him for second in the league. The man he’s tied with is the same goalie that will settle between the set of pipes across from him on Saturday, Georgia’s Mike Poulin (10.75 GAA).
Scigliano is working on perhaps his best professional season. Since he was drafted in the second round of the 2011 Entry Draft, Scigliano has posted one season with a higher save clip and GAA than this season. During his rookie year, Scigliano posted a .799 clip and 10.70 GAA, but he played slightly more than 168 minutes that year.
Scigliano’s 6-foot-3, 285-pound frame is the final safety net for a defensive line led by eight-year pro Cameron Holding and former first-round pick Tor Reinholdt.
“They play real pressure defense and want to force people into bad shots and bad decisions,” Comeau said. “We’ll have to be smart in how we attack and shoot the ball. Frank is a big goalie and covers the net well, but he also moves well. We’ll have to be patient not to take outside shots that don’t have a chance of going in and only gives their offense a boost.”
Game Preview | Warriors at Swarm
January 5, 2019 – National Lacrosse League (NLL) – Vancouver Warriors News Release
Vancouver Warriors forward Mitch Jones
ON THE ROAD AGAIN: With the World Junior hockey Championships wrapping up at Rogers Arena, The Vancouver Warriors head to play their second consecutive road game, this weekend in Georgia to face the Swarm. Game broadcast available on B/R Live. Vancouver split their season opening, home and home showdown with the Calgary Roughnecks, winning 14-13 in overtime in Calgary on December 15th before falling 14-8 to the Riggers at Rogers Arena on December 21st. The Warriors then dropped a 16-10 decision to the Buffalo Bandits on December 28th in upstate New York.
SCHUSS WEAPONIZED WARRIOR: Logan Schuss is currently tied for 5th in NLL scoring with 17 points (5 goals and 12 assists. Schuss has a nine-point night on the road in Calgary during the season opener on December 15, and had a hand in all five goals scored in the 4th quarter comeback against Calgary en route to the Warriors 14-13 overtime win.
Dec 12, 2018; Calgary, Alberta, CAN; Calgary Flames Philadelphia Flyers at Scotiabank Saddledome. Photo By: Candice Ward-USA TODAY Sports
JONES ON A ROLL: Forward Mitch Jones is back to his form last season. Jones erupted for three goals and five assists against his former team, the Buffalo Bandits, last Friday night in Vancouver’s 16-10 loss in Buffalo. Jones is a co-leader in goals with five.
Buffalo Bandits vs Vancouver Warriors. KeyBank Center, Buffalo, NY. December 28, 2018. Photo by Bill Wippert
WARRIORS RECORD WHEN:
Leading after 1st.. 0-0 Tied at Halftime 0-1 Trailing after 3rd 1-2
Leading at halftime 0-0 Tied after 3rd 0-0 Outshoot opponent 0-1
Leading after 3rd 0-0 Trailing after 1st 0-2 Outshot by opponent 1-1
Tied after 1st 1-0 Trailing at Halftime 1-1 Shots tied 0-0
IT’S IN THE FAMILY: The Warriors have two sets of family members playing for them. Zack and Colton Porter are lacrosse playing brothers from Chilliwack BC while Dallas and Nate Wade are cousins from Victoria BC.
IN THE WATER: The Vancouver Warriors have all but four players now living in the Province of BC permanently. Five players currently reside in New Westminster, while three are located in Victoria.
NEXT UP: The Warriors will head home following their game in Georgia for a three game homestand beginning next Saturday, January 12th when the Saskatchewan Rush make their first of two appearances in the Lower Mainland. Game time versus the defending NLL Champs will be at 7 PM.
TOP FIVE WARRIORS NOTES:
Logan Schuss leads Warriors in goals (5), assists (12) and points (17). Mitch Jones co-leads in goals with (5).
Captain Matt Beers leads the team with 29 Loose Balls and 6 created turnovers. Ian Hawksbee has 28 Loose Balls thus far.
Warriors Zach Porter leads all VAN rookies w/ two goals and one assist for three points. Porter is T3 in NLL in rookie goals.
Warriors lead the NLL in 4th quarter goals with 11.
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The Warriors Are Pursuing Charlotte Hornets’ Asst. Silas
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The Charlotte Hornets Will Participate in the Orlando Summer League This Year by Jerry Stephens
The Charlotte Hornets Must Find a Way to Move Spencer Hawes by Jerry Stephens
It has been reported that the Golden State Warriors are pursuing Charlotte Hornets’ assistant coach, Stephen Silas, for their top assistant job that will be vacant next season.
Adrian Wojnarowski of Yahoo Sports and The Vertical has reported that the Golden State Warriors are pursuing Charlotte Hornets’ assistant coach, Stephen Silas, for their top assistant position. That job will be vacant for the Warriors next season. Silas has been getting interest from many teams around the league.
The top assistant role for the Warriors is currently held by Luke Walton but he has already agreed to coach the Los Angeles Lakers next year. Golden State will need to fill their associate head coach position going forward and they have zeroed in on Silas. The Warriors requested permission to interview Stephen from the Hornets.
Swarm and Sting
Silas has been with Charlotte since the 2010 season and he is the son of long time NBA head coach, Paul Silas. He has been gaining interest from many NBA teams that have coaching vacancies this off-season. The Houston Rockets have also interviewed Silas for their head coaching job and for a top assistant job.
Stephen was an assistant coach for the Golden State Warriors from 2006-2010. Woj reported that he “built a strong working relationship with Stephen Curry.” Silas has been on Hornets’ head coach, Steve Clifford’s, coaching staff since the 2013 season.
Patrick Ewing is currently Charlotte’s top assistant coach and a move to another team could be seen as a promotion for Silas. An associate head coaching job with the reigning NBA Champions could lead to a head coaching job in the near future. That is an opportunity for Stephen that could be too good to pass up.
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It will be interesting to see what happens with Stephen Silas this summer but all signs are pointing to him leaving. He is getting huge opportunities around the NBA from some high level teams. It will be hard for the Hornets to keep him next season.
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High School Softball: Warriors hope to swarm past opponents
Maybe the Brainerd Warriors softball team should have selected a different team slogan.
Weeks before this winter persisted, the Warriors decided “Snowstorm” would be their motto. With several inches of snow covering the ground, that slogan appears to be ironic. The opener Tuesday, April 10, was postponed. A doubleheader Thursday, April 12, at home and a single game Friday, April 13, at Buffalo were still scheduled when this story went to press.
“One flake of snow is not very menacing,” Warriors head coach Shane Jordan said. “Nobody’s scared of one individual flake of snow. A whole bunch of flakes of snow working together can create a snowstorm. We’re going to try to create a snowstorm this year, but I think we jinxed ourselves this spring.”
When the Warriors do finally get to play, they hope to erase the memory of the 2017 Section 8-3A playoffs. Brainerd was the No. 2 seed, but made a quick exit after losing 8-3 to No. 7 Bemidji and 12-9 in nine innings to No. 6 St. Cloud Tech on its home field.
“It’s definitely been motivation,” Jordan said. “For me personally as a coach, I reflected on that a lot. We’ve changed some ways we practice, some ways we approach practice, some drills we do. As a coach, we have to evolve as well. We have to get better at our craft. That’s important.
“I think it does resonate with our girls. Our returners, our kids who watched those games, they’ve talked about it. It’s not something we talk about a lot. It’s in our back pocket, but we’re not going to forget about it for sure.”
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- Head coach: Shane Jordan, fourth year
- 2017 record: 12-2 Central Lakes Conference, 18-4 overall
- Career record: 51-18 (.739)
- Returning starters: Elaina Christiansen, Lexi Roby, Cassidy Zontelli, Jordyn Sullivan, Kelsey Stroot, Clare Ceynowa, Emma Korhonen
- Assistant coaches: Tim Hill, Amy Aho, Kevin Johnson, Amy Holm, Angela Jelinski
- Volunteer coaches: Dave Ellingson, Darwin “Doc” Johnson, Dawn Evans
- 2018 captains: Kelsey Stroot, Lexi Roby, Cassidy Zontelli, Elaina Christiansen
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Brainerd returns seven starters from a team that finished 18-4 overall. The group includes catcher Elaina “Bootsie” Christiansen, shortstop Lexi Roby, second baseman Cassidy Zontelli, pitcher-third base Jordyn Sullivan, first base-outfield Kelsey Stroot, catcher-third base Clare Ceynowa and designated player-outfielder Emma Korhonen.
“We think we’ve got a chance to win the section,” Jordan said. “We have just as good a chance as anybody. We have good pitching, good catching, kids who play really hard. I don’t see any reason we can’t be in the mix. Why not us?”
Christiansen, who has committed to play softball next year at Bemidji State, enters her fourth season as a starter. In 2017, she hit .441 and led the team in doubles (nine) and home runs (seven) and drove in 24 runs.
“On the field, she’s second to nobody,” Jordan said. “She’s an absolute stud. I’m proud of her leadership on and off the field. Her leadership with the young kids in our program shows me what kind of person she is.”
Roby also enters her fourth season as a starter. She hit a team-high .450 and led the team with 26 RBIs. Roby added eight doubles, three triples and three home runs.
“She’s a stud on the field,” Jordan said. “She’s one of the best pure athletes maybe I’ve ever coached. … Her leadership as a captain has been phenomenal this spring.”
Zontelli, a three-year starter, hit .304 with three doubles and 15 RBIs.
“Cassidy is tremendous defensively,” Jordan said. “She never makes mistakes. She’s always in the right spot. She makes the difficult play look super easy. I’m excited to see her become more of an offensive threat. She’s been working hard in the cages. She’s been a behind the scenes leader of our softball team this spring.”
Stroot played in 10 games last season, drove in four runs and scored seven. Jordan said she’s currently vying for playing time at first base.
“If that doesn’t go for her, she will go to the outfield,” Jordan said. “She’s a great kid on and off the field, a good leader for our program. She’s someone our younger kids can look up to and follow her knowing she’s always doing the right thing. I’m excited to see her prove herself on the softball field. She’s got a little bit of a chip on her shoulder.”
Ceynowa enters her second season as a starter. As a freshman, she hit seven home runs and batted .361 with 24 RBIs, which tied her for second on the team with Christiansen.
“The sky’s the limit for Clare offensively and defensively,” Jordan said. “She’s still got work to do. She’s got to polish her game. She’s got tons of potential. She hit really well last year. I’m excited to see that improve. More important to me is I want to see her defensively get better behind the plate, learning to block the ball better. She will be a big part of our team.”
Korhonen played in 13 games and collected five extra-base hits and eight RBIs. She will lead off and is vying for an outfield spot.
“Emma most often was the designated player for us,” Jordan said. “She’s also going to hit this year. She’s got a great bat, a great swing, a patient approach at the plate. I’m excited to see where she falls as far as an outfield position, if she can earn a spot out there.”
The right-handed Sullivan is the top returning pitcher. She compiled an 8-2 record with a 2.48 ERA. She also was productive at the plate hitting .426 with six doubles and 11 RBIs.
“In the last few offseasons, Jordyn’s worked on being a complete softball player,” Jordan said. “She’s a great pitcher. She also can play the infield. We feel comfortable putting her at just about any position. Last year, we saw her offensive game explode.”
Junior Abby Pelowski will make her varsity debut and join Sullivan on the mound.
“Abby’s been injured a little bit this spring,” Jordan said. “She’s got a big heart. She’s improved immensely. She’s throwing harder than I’ve ever seen her, with a nice mix of pitches, and she’s got some pitches that have movement. Right now it’s looking like she will get some time with us. Hopefully she continues to get better and earn more time.”
Seniors Jaden Veith, who played in seven games last season, and Olivia Sedlachek, who played in five games, are competing for time in the outfield.
“Jaden came into spring in the best shape I’ve ever seen her in,” Jordan said. “She’s committed to playing at the next level. Olivia is playing first base with Kelsey. If we played a game right now, we would split time with them. She’s got a big bat, too. She just needs to get more confident at the plate.”
The Warriors have been working out since March 12, the week of spring break, with the full team reporting March 19. Pitchers and catchers have been practicing from 6:30-7:30 a.m. and returning for practice with the full squad from 5-7 p.m.
“We’ve sprinkled in a few things I’m proud of,” Jordan said. “We went to Kids Against Hunger and packaged over 8,000 meals. We bagged groceries over Easter at Cub Foods. It was good team building and giving back to our community, which I really love. We also did a team-building activity with Rick Rassier, a motivational speaker. It’s been fun to see the girls working and growing together.”
Seniors: Kelsey Stroot 1B/OF, Jadin Schiller OF, Lexi Roby IF, Olivia Sedlachek 1B, Kimberly Christiansen IF/OF, Cassidy Zontelli IF, Jaden Veith IF/OF, Anna Vreeland IF, Elaina Christiansen C/OF
Juniors: Abby Pelowski P/OF, Jordyn Sullivan P/IF, Kailey Springer OF, Grace Erholtz OF, Olivia Hoelz IF, Jenna Meyer OF, Cheyenne Abear OF, Haleigh Salvevold OF, Kealy Johnson IF, Hannah Carlson IF/OF, Morgan Gilbert OF
Sophomores: Emma Korhonen C/OF, Sarah Nesheim IF, Clare Ceynowa C/IF, Tori Narlock IF/OF, Rebecca Maurer C, Mackenzie Stockinger IF, Gracie Rivard IF, Hannah Tatge IF, Shayla Makowski C/OF, Jenna Hagemann IF, Sydnee Johnson IF, Chloe Munsch OF, Miya Jordan P/OF, Elsa Overland OF, Addie Sanford P/IF, Jewel Aho IF, Ava Borchert IF
Eighth-graders: Emma Tautges P/OF, Kasia Kroll IF/OF, Olivia Tautges P/IF
Student managers: Jada Stinar, Maddy Yeager
Thursday, April 12, Moorhead 4 p.m. (2)
Friday, April 13, at Buffalo 7:30 p.m.
April 17, at Fergus Falls 5 p.m.
April 21, Brainerd Invitational
26, at Alexandria 5 p.m.
May 1, at Sartell 4 p.m. (2)
May 3, at Bemidji 4:30 p.m.
May 4, St. Cloud Tech 4 p.m. (2)
May 8, Willmar 4 p.m. (2)
May 11, Rocori 4 p.m. (2)
May 12, at Coon Rapids noon
May 15, Sauk Rapids 5 p.m.
May 17, at St. Cloud Apollo 5 p.m.
90,000 10 famous films with “brain-blowing” hidden meanings – What to see
Many films that we have seen in our
life, look simple and understandable to us. But there is a nuance. It turns out far away
not all of them are as simple as they seem at first glance, and only a small
a number of viewers can guess that the director is up to some kind of trick.
But there is also a nuance here. If you are one of these viewers and are proud that you immediately recognized the hidden meaning in some work, then do not rush to rejoice: perhaps you recognized something completely different from what you had in mind.
producer.And, perhaps, the director did not want to tell us anything, but simply made a movie. One
in short, we may never know the truth about some of the paintings.
9 ½ weeks / Nine ½ Weeks, 1985
What’s wrong with this fish?
At the beginning of the film, we see a rich man in Elizabeth’s gallery,
interested in one of the paintings. This painting depicts a person about whom a potential buyer asks: “Is he dead?”Elizabeth a few
discouraged by this question and replies: “I hope he is just asleep.” After some
time she comes to the author of the picture and finds him fishing. He is thoughtful
examines the caught fish and discusses life and death, but does not find
understanding of our heroine.
At the party in honor of Elizabeth’s creative guest at last
understands what he was trying to tell her about. She observes the artist and others
people and thinks about what kind of injustice it is – creative and deeply
a spiritualized person has become just an object of someone else’s material pride, and his paintings are bought only in order to get a new portion of emotions.
But by that time Elizabeth is already in John’s power. AND,
unfortunately, she is no longer able to understand what she, in turn, has become for
his way to get a taste of life. Nothing good will come of it. We are
we already understand that the eaten fish symbolizes Elizabeth herself.
Blade Runner, 1982
Why did Roy Batty save Deckard?
Roy Batty the robot was specially created in order to
kill.Icy eyes, Aryan facial features, athletic build –
this is how Ridley Scott saw his hero, conceived as a “superman”,
and that is how Rutger Hauer portrayed him on the screen. Such a character could easily kill Deckard who was pursuing him, but at the last moment he suddenly
changes his mind and saves him.
Critics tend to explain this episode as follows: by showing the tragedy of a killer robot,
comprehending the value of human life, Ridley Scott wanted to make us
ponder.It is no coincidence that the strong decoration of this moment is dying
Hauer releases a white dove into the sky, and an iron spike sticks out of his hand, like
likening him to Jesus Christ.
And all of this, of course, sounds great, if not for one
an incident that took place after the premiere of the film. When Scott walked out of the theater
some journalist asked him about this scene: “Mr. Scott, confess, you were just fooling around when filming Roy’s death?” Scott smiled mysteriously, shrugged
shoulders and replied: “Anything can be.”
Exodus: Gods and
What does the darkness that has descended on the city mean?
Basically, Ridley Scott has long been known for his scientific
approach to everything. Therefore, when he openly announced that he was going
to film a biblical story about Moses and Ramses, the world held its breath. What will this convinced atheist do with the biblical canons, and how did it come to him in general?
in the head to take on this work?
The world was worried in vain.Of course, Scott contributed to the script
enough original techniques (for example, God appearing before the main
the hero in the image of an angry boy), but he conveyed the essence of the plot absolutely correctly.
Moses puts forward a demand to Pharaoh to release all Jews, but stumbles upon a categorical refusal. Immediately afterwards to Egyptian soil
one after another misfortunes fall – flies, diseases, insect infestations and others. Including the inexplicable darkness that killed all the eldest sons in the homes of the Egyptians.
Critics immediately came up with a host of theories that gave
this episode has a variety of meanings – from mystical to fantastic, but the explanation
gave, as usual, Scott himself, saying: “It doesn’t matter who you are – a Jew or
Egyptian, rich or poor, scholar or believer.There are still things in the world that
beyond your understanding, so put up with them and do not try to figure out their essence. ” Thank you, Ridley, as always you explained everything clearly and clearly.
The Cabin in the Woods, 2011
Why did all the heroes have to die?
This story compares favorably with the usual Hollywood
horror movies. A group of students goes to rest in a godforsaken place.Yes, how
original, you say. But as soon as you say it, the writers
hit you below the belt and steer the plot in a completely different direction. And they
clearly know their stuff – if you take apart the picture into pieces, you will learn in them
a whole hundred films that have already been seen.
But put together, they make the film unique. Creators
ridiculed almost every horror cliche that Hollywood has ever invented and propagated. Except one. If, as a rule, at the end of a horror story someone
one survives, then here the writers kill all the heroes.The question is,
“I can only imagine how the creators giggled, in free
flight of thought adding one crazy idea after another to the script, – he explained to us
critic Roger Ebert – They made rules to be broken. Excellent
a puzzle came out for fans of the genre, enticing them to look for references to other films, deconstructed conventions and wonder if the whole
film in one big act of criticism. ”
The Shout, 1978
Can extraordinary abilities drive you crazy?
Anthony is an experimental musician making new sounds
from old familiar objects.Together with his wife, he leads a modest peaceful
life and dreams of someday discovering a sound that would amaze everyone. Luck
Charlie Crossby knocks on his door pretty soon. Charlie has
amazing, but at the same time eerie ability – the scream that he promises
Before he can do it, out
the bitter truth about his past seeps through. It turns out that Charlie never lived among the savages, as he claimed, but was an ordinary patient of a psychiatric
clinics.But the more terrible the truth becomes. Charlie still knows how to scream.
“It’s not only children who die from my screams, – Men can
mad, and even the strongest he knocks down. This is a witchcraft cry, me
taught him by the Chief Devil of the Northern Territory, and for eighteen years I brought him
to perfection, but only used it five times. ” The killing scream is
and scary, and at the same time terribly attractive. Once again, evil gives people
choice: expel him or let him in, but the temptation, alas, is stronger.
What does the spider have to do with it?
The movie begins with a noteworthy line that “Chaos
– this is just an undeciphered order. ” It can be assumed that this is a director
slyly hints that it is quite possible to unravel his film. After the mysterious
the prologue with a spider follows a fairly common plot: a weird
a history teacher named Adam watches a film and recognizes one of the actors himself
yourself.Then the search for a mysterious doppelganger begins, who turns out to be
not a figment of the imagination, but a completely real person.
From that moment on, the director arranges for us a sheer confusion from the psychosis of the main characters and their absolutely senseless actions. Flash scenes
replace each other in a continuous stream, gradually adding information,
which does not in the least make what is happening understandable. The craziest
moments to the heroes is a spider. Why is he there?
It’s actually pretty simple.It is important to understand that Adam
used to keeping everything under control: he holds a prestigious position, has
family, home, his life is scheduled and delimited to the smallest detail. But at that moment
when a double appears in his life, everything goes downhill. Habitual order
begins to stagger threateningly, chaos gradually captures and destroys all of Adam’s life.
The spider is the symbol of this chaos.
At what point did the happy ending turned into a failure?
What would you do if you were trapped in doubts and could not find a way out? An unhappy woman named Anna is lost in conjecture that
what should she do.Ten years after the death of her adored husband, into the house
a little boy showed up and said that he was her husband. It seems the situation
it is quite possible to solve with the help of the brash parents and a good belt, but the fact is,
that the boy knows everything about Anna.
What a woman should do now becomes completely incomprehensible.
She is already engaged to another, but the memories of the old days captured all her thoughts, and now she seriously begins to think about giving up everything and running away with a boy three times her age.Fortunately, the boy settles
unpleasant situation himself, reveals his intrigue and disappears from the field of our
view, thereby finally allowing Anna and her fiance to happily build their
The film ends with stills from Anna’s wedding photography. She is
stands with her hands down, and her new husband, realizing that something is happening in her soul,
what it is not to comprehend, confused and helpless. Apparently, the memories of the past
the love turned out to be too strong, and with the boy’s departure from their life the problem was not solved.
In the Mouth of Madness, 1994
Was there a word in the beginning?
It is not difficult to draw parallels and notice that the prototype
Sutter Kane was served by Stephen King himself, because he is also called the King of Horrors.
Thus, we are offered to immediately realize with whom the detective will have to deal
John Trait, who went in search of the missing writer in a town that
not marked on any map.After all, if King’s novels are produced on many
an indelible impression on the effect that Kane’s books should produce on the fear-hungry minds of ordinary people.
If the effect is too great, the line between reality
and fiction will be erased, and madness will begin, which no one will stop
under the force. But Treit is still trying to find a clue as to why the writer’s books
drive people crazy. And the answer is very simple: what if each of us is just a fruit
some Sutter Kane’s fantasy? How could such a person in their right mind come to mind?
People are losing their minds after reading a book and discovering
this terrible truth – that not in the image and likeness of God they were all created,
and in vain they considered themselves free people, believing that no one can
to govern.Kane, that’s who became for them a new God and ruler of destinies, creating a new world on paper. “I’m not a puppet in the hands of others!” Detective Trait shouts, not wanting to believe that everything has been decided for him long ago, and this phrase thrown by him also
was originally conceived by an all-powerful writer.
Thirst for pleasure or thirst for life?
The basis for the plot of this, to put it mildly, strange film
served as the eponymous novel by James Ballard.The name of the main one is the same.
the hero of the tape, played by James Spader. He and his wife are given a huge
pleasure of connection on the side – having cheated on each other once again, they are happy to exchange the obtained sexual experience in all details.
Perverts, you say. And you will be wrong, because what was shown at the beginning,
just flowers – berries in front.
First time in a serious car accident, Ballard
discovers new sensations that I did not even know about before.It turns out that sexual pleasure can taste blood and smell.
broken glass. And now he turns out to be a member of an assorted group,
who arrange accidents on the highway, have sex in wrecked cars and infiltrate hospitals in order to admire the victims of the disasters.
The essence of the film may be deeper than we think. David Cronenberg repeatedly asked to take a closer look at his brainchild, because,
as he put it: “This movie is not about how perverts are looking for new ways
be satisfied.When I was working on it, I wanted to show people how
the daily routine can turn into a nightmare for the human psyche. My hero
so long ago he lost the ability to enjoy life that he is ready to part with his existence for a short burst of emotion and joy. ”
Sniper / American Sniper, 2014
The highest form of irony?
With this film, Clint Eastwood divided the audience into two camps.Alone
praised him for his respect for American veterans, others, on the contrary, with might and main
scolded for violence and racism. If you have not yet decided which camp you belong to
yourself, then, until you watch the film in person, even the explanations of Eastwood himself
they won’t give you anything.
The first thing that catches your eye is how Bradley is in direct
sense has matured, transformed from a thin and cheerful boy into a hardened thug.
Of course, Cooper is very talented, and the role of a ruthless calculating
a patriotic sniper, who at the same time is an altruist, a loyal friend and a loving husband,
one of the best in Bradley’s filmography.
Even knowing that this hero personally killed over 250 people,
it is very difficult not to empathize with him and not to feel sympathy. This was recognized by those viewers who were outraged by the number of deaths in films and tough directorial
in Eastwood’s handwriting, not accustomed to sparing anyone’s feelings. It was recognized with difficulty and embarrassment, it should be noted. Old Clint joked well.
Source: Taste of cinema
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Ruslan and Lyudmila (Poem) – Pushkin. The full text of the poem – Ruslan and Lyudmila (Poem)
For you, the soul of my queen,
Beauties, for you alone
Times of past fables,
In golden leisure hours,
Under the whisper of old times the correct one I wrote;
Accept my playful work!
No one demanding praise,
I am happy with the sweet hope,
That a maiden with a thrill of love
Looks, perhaps furtively
At my sinful songs.
A green oak is near the seaside,
A golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night, a scientist cat
Everything goes around in a chain;
Goes to the right – the song starts,
To the left – says a fairy tale.
There are miracles: there a goblin wanders,
A mermaid sits on the branches;
There, on unknown paths
Traces of unseen animals;
A hut there on chicken legs
It stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and the valley are full of visions;
There, about dawn, waves will rush
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights;
In succession, clear waters come out,
And with them their uncle the sea;
There the prince in passing
Captures the formidable king;
There in the clouds in front of the people
Through the forests, across the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there, the princess grieves,
And the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
It walks, wanders by itself;
There Tsar Kashchei languishes over gold;
There is a Russian spirit … there it smells of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
I was sitting under him, and the scientist cat
He told me his fairy tales.
I remember one thing: this fairy tale
Now I am telling the world …
The affairs of bygone days,
Legends of deep antiquity.
In a crowd of mighty sons,
With friends, in a high gridnitsa
Vladimir-sun was feasting;
He gave the younger daughter
For the brave prince Ruslan
And honey from a heavy glass
He drank for their health.
Our ancestors did not eat soon,
They did not move around soon
Ladles, silver bowls
With boiling beer and wine.
They poured joy in their hearts,
Foam hissed at the edges,
Their important cup-holders were worn
And bowed low to guests.
Speech merged into indistinct noise;
The guests are buzzing with a merry circle;
But suddenly a pleasant voice rang out
And the ringing gusli fugitive sound;
Everyone is silent, listening to Bayan:
And the sweet singer is praising the sweet singer
Lovely Lyudmila, and Ruslana,
And Lelem’s wreath twisted by him.
But, exhausted by passion ardent passion,
Does not eat, does not drink Ruslan in love;
He looks at his dear friend,
Sighs, gets angry, burns
And, pinching his mustache with impatience,
Counts every moment.
In despondency, with a gloomy brow,
At a noisy wedding table
Three young knights are sitting;
Silent, behind an empty ladle,
Forgotten the circular cups,
And brushna is unpleasant to them;
Do not hear the prophetic Bayan;
They lowered their embarrassed look:
Those are three rivals of Ruslan;
In the soul of the unfortunate conceal
Love and hate poison.
Odin – Rogdai, a brave warrior,
With a sword, he pushed the limits of
Rich Kiev fields;
Another – Farlaf, the arrogant shouter,
In feasts, not defeated by anyone,
But a modest warrior among swords;
The last, full of passionate thought,
Young Khazar Khan Ratmir:
All three are pale and gloomy,
And a merry feast is not a feast for them.
Here it is finished; stand in rows,
Mixed in noisy crowds,
And everyone looks at the young:
The bride lowered her eyes,
As if her heart was depressed,
And the joyful groom was bright.
But the shadow embraces all nature,
Already deaf close to midnight;
The boyars, dozing off from the honey,
With a bow, they went home.
The groom is delighted, in rapture:
He caresses in the imagination
A shy virgin beauty;
But with a secret, sad emotion
Grand Duke blessing
Grants a young couple.
And now the young bride
They lead to the marriage bed;
The lights have gone out … and the night lamp
Lel lights the lamp.
Sweet hopes have come true,
Gifts are being prepared for love;
Jealous clothes will fall
On the carpets of Constantinople …
Do you hear a whisper in love,
And a sweet sound of kisses,
And an interrupted murmur
Of the last timidity ?…. Spouse
And then they came … Suddenly
Thunder struck, the light flashed in the fog,
The lamp goes out, the smoke runs,
Everything was getting dark all around, everything trembled,
And the soul in Ruslan froze …
Everything was silent. In the terrible silence
A strange voice sounded twice,
And someone in the smoky depths
Soared blacker than the misty mist …
And again the tower is empty and quiet;
The frightened groom gets up,
Cold sweat rolls off his face;
Trembling, with a cold hand
He asks the mute darkness …
Oh woe: there is no dear friend!
Grabs the air, it is empty;
Lyudmila is not in the thick darkness,
Kidnapped by an unknown force.
Ah, if the martyr of love
Suffers hopeless passion;
Though it is sad to live, my friends,
However, it is still possible to live.
But after long, long years
Hug a girlfriend in love,
Desires, tears, longing object,
And suddenly a minute spouse
Forever to lose … oh friends,
Of course I’d rather die!
However, the unfortunate Ruslan is still alive.
But what did the Grand Duke say?
Struck down by a terrible rumor,
Infuriated with anger at his son-in-law,
He summons him and the yard:
“Where, where is Lyudmila?” – asks
With a terrible, fiery brow.
Ruslan does not hear. “Children, friends!
I remember the previous services:
Oh, have mercy on the old man!
Tell me, which of you agrees
To gallop after my daughter?
Whose feat will not be in vain,
To Tom – torment, cry, villain!
I could not save my wife! –
To Tom I will give her as a spouse
With half the kingdom of my great-grandfathers.
Who will be called, children, friends? .. “
” Me! ” – said the sad groom.
“Me! I!” – exclaimed with Rogdai
Farlaf and the joyful Ratmir:
“Now we saddle our horses;
We are glad to travel all over the world.
Our Father, let us not prolong the separation;
Do not be afraid: we are going after the princess. ”
And with gratitude to the mute
In tears, stretches out his hands to them
An old man, tormented by longing.
All four go out together;
Ruslan was killed by despondency;
The thought of the lost bride
He is tormented and dead.
They sit on zealous horses;
Happy along the banks of the Dnieper
Fly in the swirling dust;
Already hiding in the distance;
You can’t see the riders anymore …
But still looks for a long time
The Grand Duke into an empty field
And he flies after them in thought.
Ruslan languished in silence,
And lost the meaning and memory.
Over his shoulder, looking haughtily
And with an important hand, Farlaf,
Puffed up, he drove after Ruslan.
He says: “I was violent
I broke free, friends!
Well, will I see the giant soon?
Already the blood will flow,
Already the victims of jealous love!
Have fun, my trusty sword,
Have fun, my zealous horse! ”
Khazar Khan, in his mind
Already embracing Lyudmila,
Barely dancing over the saddle;
Young blood plays in him,
The look of hope is full of fire:
Then he gallops at full speed,
That teases the dashing runner,
Spins, rears up
Or boldly rushes up the hills again.
Rogdai is gloomy, silent – not a word …
Fearing an unknown fate
And tormented by vain jealousy,
All the more worried he is,
And often his terrible gaze
Darkly directed at the prince.
Opponents on the same road
Everyone travels together all day.
Dnieper the sloping coast became dark;
From the east a shadow is pouring at night;
Fogs over the deep Dnieper;
It’s time for their horses to rest.
Here is a wide path under the mountain
A wide path crossed.
“Let’s get parted, it’s time! – they said, –
Let us trust the fate of the unknown. “
And each horse, not feeling the steel,
At will, he chose the path for himself.
What are you doing, unhappy Ruslan,
Alone in the desolate silence?
Lyudmila, wedding day is terrible,
Everything, it seems, you saw in a dream.
Pulling a copper helmet over your eyebrows,
Leaving the bridle from powerful hands,
You walk between the fields,
And slowly in your soul
Hope dies, faith dies out.
But suddenly there is a cave before the knight;
There is light in the cave. He goes straight to her
Goes under the dormant arches,
The same age as nature itself.
He entered with despondency: what is he looking at?
The elder is in the cave; clear view,
Calm gaze, gray hair;
The lamp in front of him is lit;
He sits at an ancient book,
Reading it carefully.
“Welcome, my son! –
He said with a smile to Ruslan. –
For twenty years now I have been here alone
I will fade in the darkness of my old life;
But at last he waited for the day
Long foreseen by me.
We are brought together by fate;
Sit down and listen to me.
Ruslan, you have lost Lyudmila;
Your strong spirit is losing strength;
But evil will rush by a quick moment:
For a while, fate befell you.
With hope, cheerful faith
Go to everything, do not be discouraged;
Go! with a sword and a bold chest
Break your way at midnight.
Find out, Ruslan: your offender
The terrible wizard Chernomor,
Beauties a longtime kidnapper,
The full-night owner of the mountains.
No one else has yet entered his monastery
Hitherto did not penetrate the sight;
But you, fighter of evil wiles,
You will enter into it, and the villain
Will perish by your hand.
I shouldn’t tell you anymore:
The fate of your future days,
My son, in your will henceforth. “
Our knight fell at the old man’s feet
And in joy he kisses his hand.
The world shines in his eyes,
And his heart has forgotten the torment.
He revived again; and suddenly again
On the flushed face of a rupture …
“The reason for your melancholy is clear;
But sadness is not difficult to disperse, –
The old man said, – you are terrible
Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;
Calm down, know: it is in vain
And the young maiden is not afraid.
He brings the stars from the sky,
He whistles – the moon will tremble;
But against the time of law
His science is not strong.
A jealous, quivering keeper
Locks of merciless doors,
He is only a weak tormentor
His lovely captive.
Around her he silently wanders,
Curses his cruel lot …
But, good knight, the day is passing,
And you need peace.
Ruslan lays down on soft moss
Before a dying fire;
He seeks to be forgotten by sleep,
Sighs, slowly turns …
In vain! Vityaz finally:
“Something is awake, my father!
What to do: I am sick in soul,
And sleep is not a dream, how sick it is to live.
Let me refresh my heart
Your holy conversation.
Forgive me the insolent question.
Open yourself: who are you, blessed,
Fate confidant incomprehensible?
Who brought you into the desert? ”
Sighing with a sad smile,
The old man answered: “My dear son,
I have forgotten my distant homeland
Gloomy land. Natural Finn,
In the valleys, we only know,
Driving a herd of villages around,
In my carefree youth, I knew
Some dense oak forests,
Streams, caves of our rocks
Yes, wild poverty of fun.
But to live in a pleasant silence
It was not long given to me.
Then near our village,
Like a sweet color of solitude,
Lived Naina. Between girlfriends
She thundered with beauty.
Once in the morning
My flocks on a dark meadow
I drove, blowing my bagpipes;
There was a stream in front of me.
One, young beauty
Weaved a wreath on the shore.
I was attracted by my destiny …
Ah, knight, that was Naina!
I went to her – and a fatal flame
For a daring look I was a reward,
And I learned love with my soul
With her heavenly joy,
With her tormenting longing.
Half a year ran away;
I opened up to her with trepidation,
Said: I love you, Naina.
But my timid grief
Naina listened with pride,
Only loving her charms,
And indifferently answered:
“Shepherd, I do not love you!”
And everything is wild to me, it became gloomy:
Native bush, shadow of oak trees,
Cheerful games of shepherds –
Nothing comforted the melancholy.
In despondency, the heart was dry, sluggish.
And finally I decided
Leave the Finnish fields;
Unfaithful depths of the seas
Swim across the fraternal retinue
And earn abusive glory
Naina’s proud attention.
I have summoned the brave fishermen
Seek out dangers and gold.
For the first time the quiet land of the fathers
I heard the abusive sound of damask steel
And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.
I sailed into the distance, full of hope,
With a crowd of fearless fellow countrymen;
We have been ten years of snow and waves
Crimson with the blood of enemies.
Rumor rushed: the kings of a foreign land
They were afraid of my insolence;
Their proud squads
The northern swords fled.
We merrily, we fought menacingly,
We shared tributes and gifts,
And sat down with the vanquished
For friendly feasts.
But a heart full of Naina,
Under the noise of battle and feasts,
languished in a secret ruse,
Searched for the Finnish coast.
Time to go home, I said, friends!
Let’s hang idle chain mail
Under the canopy of our own hut.
He said – and the oars rustled;
And, leaving fear behind us,
Into the gulf of the fatherland dear
We flew in with proud joy.
Long-standing dreams have come true,
Ardent desires have come true!
A minute of sweet goodbye,
And you flashed for me!
At the feet of the haughty beauty
I brought a bloody sword,
Corals, gold and pearls;
Before her, intoxicated with passion,
Silent swarm surrounded by
Her envious friends,
I stood obedient captive;
But the maiden hid from me,
Saying with an air of indifference:
“Hero, I do not love you!”
Why tell, my son,
What has no strength to retell?
Ah, and now alone, alone,
Asleep in my soul, at the door of the grave,
I remember sorrow, and sometimes,
How about the past a thought will be born,
Down my gray beard
A heavy tear is rolling.
But listen: in my homeland
Between the desert fishermen
Wonderful science lurks.
Under the roof of eternal silence,
Among the forests, in the wilderness of the distant
Gray-haired sorcerers live;
To objects of high wisdom
All their thoughts are directed;
Everything hears their terrible voice,
What was and what will be again,
And their terrible will is subject to
And the coffin and love itself.
And I, a greedy seeker of love,
I decided in joyless sadness
Naina to attract with spells
And in the proud heart of a cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
Hastened into the arms of freedom,
Into the secluded darkness of the forest;
And there, in the training of sorcerers,
Spent invisible years.
The long-desired moment has come,
And the secret of the terrible nature
I comprehended the bright thought:
I learned the power of spells.
The crown of love, the crown of desires!
Now, Naina, you are mine!
The victory is ours, I thought.
But really the winner
It was rock, my stubborn persecutor.
In the dreams of a young hope,
In the delight of ardent desire,
I hurriedly cast spells,
I call the spirits – and in the darkness of the forest
A thunderous arrow rushed,
A magical whirlwind raised a howl,
The earth shuddered under my foot in front of me …
A decrepit old woman, gray-haired,
With sunken eyes sparkling,
With a hump, with a shaking head,
A picture of sad decay.
Ah, knight, that was Naina! ..
I was horrified and kept silent,
I was measuring with the eyes of a terrible ghost,
I still did not believe in doubt
And suddenly he began to cry, shouted:
“Perhaps it is! ah, Naina, are you!
Naina, where is your beauty?
Tell me, is heaven really
Have you changed so terribly?
Tell me, how long have I left the light,
Have I parted with my soul and my dear?
How long has it been? .. “” Exactly forty years, –
There was a fatal reply from the virgin, –
Today seventy beat me.
What to do, – she squeaks to me, –
Years flew by in a crowd.
Mine has passed, your spring is
We both managed to grow old.
But, friend, listen: it doesn’t matter.
Loss of unfaithful youth.
Of course, I’m gray now,
A little hunchback, maybe;
Not that she was in the old days,
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added a chatterbox)
I’ll reveal a secret: I’m a witch! ”
And it was indeed so.
Dumb, motionless before her,
I was a perfect fool
With all my wisdom.
But this is awful: witchcraft
It was completely accomplished by misfortune.
My gray-haired deity
A new passion burned to me.
Grimacing a terrible mouth with a smile,
A freak in a grave voice
Mumbles a declaration of love to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, looking down;
Through coughing she continued
Heavy, passionate conversation:
“So, now I recognized my heart;
I see, faithful friend, it is
Born for tender passion;
Feelings woke up, I am burning,
I am languishing with the desires of love …
Come into my arms …
Oh dear, dear! I am dying … ”
And meanwhile she, Ruslan,
Blinked with languid eyes;
And meanwhile for my caftan
She held on with skinny hands;
And meanwhile – I was dying,
I closed my eyes with horror;
And suddenly there was no more urine;
I broke free with a cry, ran.
She followed: “Oh, unworthy!
You angered my calm century,
Innocent virgin days are clear!
You have achieved the love of Naina,
And you despise – these are the men!
They all breathe treason!
Alas, blame yourself;
He deceived me, wretched!
I gave myself to passionate love …
Traitor, monster! oh shame!
But tremble, maiden thief! ”
So we parted. Since then
I live in my solitude
With a disappointed soul;
And in the world there is comfort for the elder
Nature, wisdom and peace.
The grave is already calling me;
But her old feelings
The old woman has not forgotten yet
And the late flame of love
From annoyance to anger turned.
With a black soul loving evil,
The old sorceress, of course,
Will hate you too;
But grief on earth is not eternal. ”
Our knight eagerly listened to
The old man’s stories; my eyes are clear
I didn’t close with a light nap
And the quiet flight of the night
I didn’t hear in deep thought.
But the day shines radiant …
With a sigh the grateful knight
Embraces the old man-sorcerer;
The soul is full of hope;
Ruslan squeezed the rusty horse with his feet,
He recovered in the saddle, whistled.
“My Father, do not leave me.”
And gallops through an empty meadow.
The gray-haired sage to his young friend
Shouts after him: “Happy journey!
Forgive me, love your wife,
Do not forget the old man’s advice! ”
Song of the second
Rivals in the art of battle,
Do not know peace among yourself;
Bring tribute to the gloomy glory,
And revel in enmity!
Let the world freeze before you,
Marveling at the formidable celebrations:
Nobody will regret you,
Nobody will bother you.
Rivals of a different kind,
You, knights of the Parnassian mountains,
Try not to make the people laugh
With the immodest noise of your quarrels;
Scold – just be careful.
But you, rivals in love,
Live together, if you can!
Believe me, my friends:
To whom is an indispensable fate
A girl’s heart is destined,
He will be nice to the evil of the universe;
Getting angry is stupid and sinful.
When Rogdai is indomitable,
With a deaf presentiment languishing,
Leaving his companions,
He set off to a solitary land
And rode between the forest deserts,
Deep in thought –
An evil spirit disturbed and embarrassed
His yearning soul,
And vigorous :
“I will kill !…. I will destroy all the barriers …
Ruslan! .. you recognize me …
Now the girl will cry … ”
And suddenly, turning the horse,
He gallops back at full speed.
At that time, the valiant Farlaf,
All morning sweetly dozing off,
Sheltered from the rays of half a day,
By the stream, alone,
To strengthen the strength of the soul,
Dined in peaceful silence.
Suddenly he sees: someone in the field,
Like a storm, rushing on a horse;
And, not wasting more time,
Farlaf, leaving his lunch,
Spear, chain mail, helmet, gloves,
Jumped into the saddle and without looking back
Flies – and he followed him.
“Stop, you dishonorable fugitive! –
Unknown shouts to Farlaf. –
Despicable, let me catch up!
Let me rip your head off! ”
Farlaf, recognizing the voice of Rogdai,
Writhing out of fear, died
And, expecting certain death,
The horse drove even faster.
Just like a hurried hare,
Pressing ears fearfully,
Over bumps, fields, through forests
Galloping from the dog in jumps.
In the place of a glorious escape
In the spring of melted snow
Turbid streams flowed
And dug the wet chest of the earth.
A zealous horse rushed to the moat,
Shook his tail and a white mane,
Reins of steel he took a bite of
And jumped over the moat;
But the timid rider upside down
Fell heavily into a muddy ditch,
He did not see the earth with heaven
And he was ready to accept death.
Rogdai flies up to the ravine;
The cruel sword has already been brought in;
“Perish, you coward! die! ” – broadcasts …
Suddenly he recognizes Farlaf;
Looks, and hands dropped;
Annoyance, amazement, anger
In his features were depicted;
Hiding with his teeth, numb,
Hero, with drooping head
As soon as he drove away from the ditch,
Furious … but barely, barely
He himself did not laugh at himself.
Then he met under the mountain
An old lady, slightly alive,
Humpbacked, completely gray-haired.
She pointed to the north with a road hook
He pointed to the north.
“You will find him there,” she said.
Rogday boiled with joy
And flew to certain death.
And our Farlaf? I stayed in the moat,
I didn’t dare to breathe; to himself
He, lying down, thought: Am I alive?
Where has the evil rival gone?
Suddenly he hears the voice of the coffin right above him
The old woman’s voice:
“Get up, well done: everything is quiet in the field;
You will not meet anyone more;
I have brought you a horse;
Get up, obey me. “
Embarrassed knight reluctantly
Crawling left a dirty ditch;
Timidly looking around the neighborhood,
He sighed and said alive:
“Well, thank God, I’m healthy!”
“Believe it! – the old woman continued, –
Lyudmila is tricky to find;
She has run far;
You and I can’t get it.
It is dangerous to drive around the world;
You really won’t be happy yourself.
Follow my advice,
Walk quietly back.
Near Kiev, in solitude,
In your hereditary village
Better stay without worries:
Lyudmila will not leave us. “
Having said, she disappeared. In impatience
Our prudent hero
Immediately went home,
Sincerely forgetting about the glory
And even about the young princess;
And the slightest noise in the oak grove,
The flight of a titmouse, the murmur of the waters
He was thrown into heat and sweat.
Meanwhile Ruslan is racing far;
In the wilderness of the woods, in the wilderness of the fields
Aspires with a habitual thought
To Lyudmila, her joy,
And says: “Will I find a friend?
Where are you, my husband’s soul?
Will I see your bright gaze?
Will I hear a gentle conversation?
Or is it destined that the sorcerer
You were an eternal captive
And, as a mournful virgin growing old,
In the dark dungeon bloom?
Or a daring rival
Will he come ?…. No, no, my friend is priceless:
My faithful sword is still with me,
The chapter has not yet fallen from my shoulders.
Once, in the dark at times,
Along the stones along the steep bank
Our knight rode over the river.
Everything was quiet. Suddenly behind him
Arrows instant buzzing,
Chain mail ringing, and screaming, and neighing,
And the deaf stamping across the field.
“Stop!” A thunderous voice burst out.
He looked around: in a clear field,
Raising his spear, flies with a whistle
A ferocious horseman, and a thunderstorm
The prince rushed to meet him.
“Aha! caught up with you! wait! –
The daring rider shouts, –
Get ready, friend, I will slash to death;
Now lie down among these places;
And there look for your brides. ”
Ruslan flared up, shuddered with anger;
He recognizes this violent voice …
My friends! and our virgin?
Let’s leave the knights for an hour;
I will remember about them again soon.
And it’s high time for me
Think about the young princess
And the terrible Chernomor.
My whimsical dream
Confidant sometimes immodest,
I told how in the dark night
Lyudmila of tender beauty
From the inflamed Ruslan
They suddenly hid among the fog.
Unhappy! when the villain,
By his mighty hand
, tearing you out of the marriage bed,
Soared like a whirlwind, to the clouds
Through heavy smoke and gloomy air
And suddenly rushed off to your mountains –
You lost your feelings and memory
And in the terrible castle of the sorcerer,
Silent, trembling, pale,
In an instant she found herself.
From the threshold of my hut
So I saw, in the middle of summer days,
When behind a cowardly chicken
The sultan of the chicken coop was haughty,
My rooster ran through the yard
And with voluptuous wings
Already hugging his girlfriend;
Above them in cunning circles
Chickens of the village is an old thief,
Having taken destructive measures,
The gray kite swam around,
And fell like lightning into the yard.
Soared, flies. In the claws of the terrible
Into the dark crevices of the safe
Carries the poor villain.
In vain, with his sorrow
And amazed by cold fear,
The cock is calling his mistress. …
He sees only flying fluff,
Brought in by the flying wind.
Until the morning the young princess
Lied in a painful oblivion,
As if in a terrible dream,
Embraced – finally she
Woke up, with fiery excitement
And full of vague horror;
His soul flies for pleasure,
He is looking for someone with rapture;
“Where is the dear, – whispers, – where is the spouse?”
Calls and suddenly died.
Looks around with fear.
Lyudmila, where is your parlor?
The unfortunate girl lies
Among the downy pillows,
Under the proud shade of the canopy;
Curtains, lush feather bed
In brushes, in expensive patterns;
Brocade fabrics throughout;
The yachts are playing like heat;
Gold incense burners are all around
Raise fragrant steam;
Enough … well, I don’t need to
Describe the magic house:
Scheherazade has long been warned me of that.
But the bright tower is not a joy,
When we do not see a friend in it.
Three virgins, wonderful beauty,
In light and lovely clothes
The princess appeared, approached
And bowed to the ground.
Then with inaudible steps
One came closer;
The princess with air fingers
Braided a golden braid
With art, which is not new these days,
And wrapped a pearl crown with a crown
The circumference of a pale brow.
Behind her, modestly bowing his gaze,
Then another approached;
Azure, lush sundress
Lyudmila’s odel slender stan;
Covered with golden curls,
Both the chest and the young shoulders
A veil, transparent as fog.
The envious veil kisses
Beauties worthy of heaven,
And squeezes light shoes
Two legs, a miracle of miracles.
The last maiden
Gives the pearl belt to the princess.
Meanwhile, the invisible singer
Merry songs sings to her.
Alas, not the stones of the necklace,
Neither a sundress, nor a row of pearls,
Not a song of flattery and joy
Her souls do not cheer;
The mirror paints in vain
Her beauty, her outfit;
Casting down his fixed gaze,
She is silent, she is yearning.
Those who, loving the truth,
On a dark heart, they read,
Of course they know about themselves,
What if a woman is in sorrow
Through tears, stealthily, somehow,
On the evil of habit and reason,
Forgets to look in the mirror –
That is really sad for her.
But now Lyudmila is alone again.
Not knowing what to start, she
Approaches the trellis window,
And her gaze wanders sadly
In the space of a gloomy distance.
Everything is dead. Snowy plains
The carpets are bright;
The gloomy mountains stand tops
In the monotonous whiteness
And doze in eternal silence;
You can’t see the smoky roof around,
You can’t see the traveler in the snow,
And the ringing horn of merry catching
In the desert mountains does not sound;
Only occasionally with a sad whistle
A whirlwind riots in a clean field
And on the edge of gray skies
Shakes a naked forest.
In tears of despair, Lyudmila
She covered her face with horror.
Alas, what awaits her now!
Runs through the silver door;
She opened with music,
And our maiden found herself
In the garden. Captivating limit:
More beautiful than the gardens of Armida
And those owned by
Tsar Solomon il Prince of Taurida.
Ahead of her sway, rustle
Magnificent oak trees;
Avenues of palm trees and a laurel forest,
And a row of fragrant myrtle,
And proud peaks of cedars,
And golden oranges
Reflected by a mirror of waters;
Hills, groves and valleys
Spring revives with fire;
The May wind winds with coolness
Among the enchanted fields,
And the Chinese nightingale whistles
In the darkness of trembling branches;
Diamond fountains are flying
With merry noise to the clouds;
Under them idols shine
And, it seems, are alive; Phidias himself,
Pet of Phoebus and Pallas,
Admiring them, at last,
His enchanted chisel
Would have dropped out of his hands with annoyance.
Crushing on marble barriers,
Pearl, fiery arc
Falls, waterfalls splash;
And rivulets in the shade of the forest
Slightly curling like a sleepy wave.
Shelter of peace and coolness,
Through eternal greenery here and there
Bright arbors flicker;
There are living branches of roses everywhere
Blossom and breathe along the paths.
But inconsolable Lyudmila
She walks, walks and does not look;
Sorceries, luxury has become hateful to her,
She is sad of bliss and light appearance;
Where, without knowing herself, she wanders,
The magic garden goes around,
Freedom to bitter giving tears,
And erects gloomy eyes
To the inexorable heavens.
Suddenly a beautiful gaze was illuminated;
She pressed a finger to her lips;
It seemed like a terrible intent
Born … A terrible path was opened:
High bridge over the stream
Hangs before her on two rocks;
In heavy and deep despondency
She comes up – and in tears
She looked at the noisy waters,
She struck, sobbing, in her chest,
In the waves she decided to drown,
However, she did not jump into the water
And she continued on her way.
My beautiful Lyudmila,
Running in the sun in the morning,
Tired, dried up my tears,
In my heart I thought: it’s time!
She sat down on the grass, looked back –
And suddenly above it the canopy of the tent,
Shumya, turned around with coolness;
Luxurious dinner in front of her;
Bright crystal device;
And in the silence from behind the branches
Invisible, the harp began to play.
The captive princess marvels,
But she secretly thinks:
“Far from the dear, in captivity,
Why should I live in the world more?
O you, whose disastrous passion
torments and cherishes me,
I am not afraid of a villain power:
Lyudmila knows how to die!
I do not need your tents,
No boring songs, no feasts –
I will not eat, I will not listen,
I will die among your gardens! ”
I thought – and began to eat.
The princess gets up, and in an instant the tent,
And the magnificent luxury device,
And the sounds of the harp … everything is gone;
As before, everything became quiet;
Lyudmila is again alone in the gardens
Wandering from grove to grove;
Meanwhile, in the azure skies
The moon floats, the queen of the night,
Finds haze from all sides
And quietly rested on the hills;
The princess involuntarily tends to sleep,
And suddenly an unknown force
Tender than a spring breeze,
Raises her into the air,
Carries her through the air into the palace
And carefully lowers
Through the incense of evening roses
On a bed of sadness, a bed of tears.
Three maidens suddenly appeared again
And they fussed around her,
To take off their magnificent dress for the night;
But their dull, dim gaze
And forced silence
They secretly showed compassion
And a weak reproach to fate.
But let’s hurry: by their tender hand
The sleepy princess is undressed;
Delightful with careless charm,
In one snow-white shirt
She lies down to rest.
With a sigh, the maidens bowed,
As soon as possible they departed
And they quietly closed the door.
Well, our captive now!
Trembles like a leaf, does not dare to die;
Percy grows cold, eyes darken;
Instant sleep flees from the eyes;
Doesn’t sleep, has doubled her attention,
Stares motionless into the darkness …
Everything is gloomy, dead silence!
Only the heart hears the fluttering …
And hesitates … the silence whispers,
They go – go to her bed;
The princess is hiding in the pillows –
And suddenly … oh fear !…. and indeed
There was a noise; the darkness of the night is illuminated by an instant brilliance,
The door is instantly opened;
Silently, proudly speaking,
Glittering with naked sabers,
Arapov walks a long row
In pairs, decorously, as much as possible
And gently on pillows
Bears a gray beard;
And enters with importance behind her,
Raising his neck majestically,
Humpbacked dwarf from the door:
His head shaved,
Covered with a high cap,
Belonged to a beard.
Already he was approaching: then
The princess jumped out of bed,
Gray-haired Karla by the cap
With a quick hand she grabbed it,
Shivering raised her fist
And in fear she screamed so,
That she stunned all the araps.
Trembling, the poor man crouched,
The frightened princess is paler;
Covering my ears as soon as possible,
I wanted to run, but in my beard
I got confused, fell and fought;
Rises, falls; in such trouble
Arapov the black swarm is reeling;
They make noise, push, run,
They grab the sorcerer in an armful
And they carry it out to unravel,
Leaving Lyudmila’s hat
But something, our good knight?
Do you remember the unexpected meeting?
Take your quick pencil,
Draw, Orlovsky, night and smash!
In the light of the quivering moon
The knights fought fiercely;
Their hearts are constrained by anger,
Spears are already thrown far,
Swords are already shattered,
Chain mails are covered with blood,
Shields are cracking, broken into pieces …
They grappled on horses;
Blowing up black dust to the sky,
Under them the horses are fighting greyhounds;
The fighters, motionlessly entwined,
Squeezing each other, remain,
As if nailed to the saddle;
Their members are brought together by malice;
Intertwined and ossified;
Rapid fire runs through the veins;
On the enemy’s chest, the chest trembles –
And now hesitates, weakens –
Someone will fall … suddenly my knight,
He boils, with an iron hand
Tears off the rider from the saddle,
He lifts up, holds above him
And throws him into the waves from the shore.
“Die! – exclaims menacingly; –
Die, my evil envious! ”
You guessed, my reader,
With whom the valiant Ruslan fought:
It was a seeker of bloody battles,
Rogday, the hope of the people of Kiev,
Lyudmila is a gloomy admirer.
He along the Dnieper banks
I was looking for a rival footprints;
Found, overtook, but the former strength
Changed the pet of the battle,
And the ancient dashing man of Russia
He found his end in the desert.
And it was heard that Rogdaya
The young mermaid of those waters
She took the cold Persian
And, greedily kissed the knight,
To the bottom with laughter carried away,
And long after, on a dark night,
Wandering near quiet shores,
A huge ghost hero
Scared the desert fishermen.
Song of the third
In vain you lurked in the shadows
For peaceful, happy friends,
My poems! You are not hidden
From the angry envy of the eyes.
Already a pale critic, at her service,
The question made me fatal:
Why does Ruslanov need a friend,
How would her husband laugh,
Call both the maiden and the princess?
You see, my good reader,
There is a black seal of malice!
Tell me, Zoilus, tell me, traitor,
Well, how and what should I answer?
Blush, unfortunate, God be with you!
Blush, I don’t want to argue;
Satisfied that I was right in my soul,
I am silent in humble meekness.
But you will understand me, Klymene,
Lower your languid eyes,
You, the victim of a boring Hymen …
I see: a secret tear
Will fall on my verse, intelligible to the heart;
You blushed, your eyes went out;
She sighed in silence … a sigh understandable!
Jealous: be afraid, the hour is near;
Cupid with a wayward vexation
We entered into a bold conspiracy,
And for your inglorious head
A vengeful dress is ready.
Already the cold morning was shining
On the crown of the full mountains;
But everything was silent in the wondrous castle.
In hidden vexation Chernomor,
Without a hat, in a morning dressing gown,
Yawn angrily on the bed.
Around his gray-haired brada
Slaves crowded in silence,
And tenderly a comb of bone
Combing her twists;
Meanwhile, for the benefit and beauty,
On the endless mustache
Oriental aromas flowed,
And cunning curls curled;
Suddenly, out of nowhere,
A winged serpent flies through the window;
Rattling iron scales,
He quickly bent into rings
And suddenly Naina turned around
Before the amazed crowd.
“Greetings to you,” she said, “
A brother who has long been revered by me!
Until I knew Chernomor
With one loud rumor;
But a secret fate unites
Now we are united by common enmity;
You are in danger,
A cloud has hung over you;
And the voice of offended honor
Calls me to revenge.
With a gaze full of cunning flattery,
Carla gives her a hand,
Prophetic: “Marvelous Naina!
Your union is precious to me.
We will put Finn to shame;
But I am not afraid of dark intrigues:
I am not afraid of a weak enemy;
Find out my wonderful lot:
This graceful beard
It is not for nothing that Chernomor is adorned.
Until her gray-haired Vlasov
A hostile sword will not cut it,
None of the dashing knights,
None of the mortals will destroy
My slightest plans;
My life will be Lyudmila,
Ruslan is doomed to the grave! ”
And gloomily the witch repeated:
“He will perish! he will die! ”
Then she hissed three times,
Stamped her foot three times
And flew away like a black serpent.
Shining in a brocade robe,
A sorcerer, encouraged by a witch,
Having amused himself, he decided again
Carry a captive girl at her feet
Mustache, obedience and love.
The bearded dwarf is discharged,
Again goes to her chambers;
A long row of rooms goes by:
The princess is not in them. He is far away, into the garden,
Into the laurel forest, to the lattice of the garden,
Along the lake, around the waterfall,
Under the bridges, into the gazebos … no!
The princess is gone, and the trace is gone!
Who will express his confusion,
And the roar and the trembling of ecstasy?
From his annoyance he did not see the day.
Karla sounded a wild groan:
“Here, slaves, run!
This way, I hope for you!
Now find me Lyudmila!
Hurry, do you hear? now!
Not that – you are joking with me –
I will strangle all of you with my beard! ”
Reader, I’ll tell you,
Where did the beauty go?
All night she wondered at her fate
She wondered in tears and laughed.
She was frightened by the beard,
But Chernomor was already known,
And he was ridiculous, but never
Horror is incompatible with laughter.
Towards the morning rays
Lyudmila left the bed
And turned her involuntary gaze
Towards high, clean mirrors;
Involuntarily she lifted her golden curls
From lily’s shoulders she lifted;
Involuntarily thick hair
Braided by a careless hand;
My yesterday’s outfits
Accidentally found it in the corner;
Sighing, dressed and out of frustration
She began to cry quietly;
However, from the faithful glass,
Sighing, did not take her eyes off,
And the girl came to mind,
In the excitement of wayward thoughts,
Try on Chernomor’s hat.
Everything is quiet, no one is here;
No one will look at a girl …
And a girl at seventeen
What a hat won’t stick!
It’s never too lazy to dress up!
Lyudmila twirled her hat;
On the eyebrows, straight, sideways
And put it backwards.
And what then? about the miracle of the old days!
Lyudmila disappeared in the mirror;
Turned over – before her
Lyudmila the former appeared;
Put on back – again no;
I took it off – and in the mirror! “Perfectly!
Good, sorcerer, good, my light!
Now I’m safe here;
Now I’ll get rid of the hassle! ”
And the hat of the old villain
The princess, blushing with joy,
Put it on backwards.
But let us return to the hero.
Are we not ashamed to study
For so long with a hat, a beard,
Ruslana entrusting destinies?
Having fought a fierce battle with Rogdai,
He rode through the dense forest;
A wide valley opened before him
With the brilliance of the morning skies.
The reluctant knight trembles:
He sees the old battlefield.
In the distance everything is empty; here and there
Bones turn yellow; over the hills
Quivers, armor are scattered;
Where is the harness, where is the rusty shield;
The sword lies here in the bones of the hand;
Grass overgrown there a shaggy helmet,
And the old skull smolders in it;
Bogatyr there is a whole skeleton
With his defeated horse
Lies motionless; spears, arrows
They are thrust into the damp earth,
And peaceful ivy entwines them …
Nothing of the silent silence
This desert does not disturb,
And the sun from a clear height
The valley of death illuminates.
With a sigh, the knight around himself
He gazes with sad eyes.
“O field, field, who covered you with dead bones?
Whose greyhound horse trampled you
In the last hour of the bloody battle?
Who fell on you with glory?
Whose Heaven Heard Prayers?
Why, field, did you become silent
And was it overgrown with the grass of oblivion? ..
Times from eternal darkness,
Perhaps there is no salvation for me either!
Perhaps, on a mute hill
They will put a quiet coffin of Ruslanov,
And loud strings Bayanov
They will not talk about it! ”
But soon my knight remembered,
That a hero needs a good sword
And even a shell; and the hero
is unarmed since the last battle.
He walks around the field;
In the bushes, among the forgotten bones,
In the bulk of smoldering chain mail,
Swords and helmets shattered
He is looking for armor for himself.
The hum and the dumb steppe woke up,
A crackling and ringing rose in the field;
He raised the shield without choosing,
He found both the helmet and the sonorous horn;
But only a sword could not be found.
Going round the valley of battle,
He sees many swords,
But all are light, but too small,
And the handsome prince was not sluggish,
Not like a knight of our days.
To play with something out of boredom,
He took the steel spear in his hands,
He put the chain mail on his chest
And then set off on his way.
The ruddy sunset has already turned pale
Above the buried earth;
Blue fogs are smoking,
And the golden month rises;
The steppe has faded. A dark path
Our Ruslan is pensively riding
And sees: through the night fog
A huge hill blackens in the distance,
And something terrible snores.
He is closer to the hill, closer – he hears:
The wonderful hill seems to be breathing.
Ruslan listens and looks
Fearlessly, with a calm spirit;
But, wiggling a fearful ear,
The horse rests, trembles,
Shakes its stubborn head,
And the mane stood on end.
Suddenly a hill, by a cloudless moon
In the fog, palely illuminating,
Brightens; the brave prince looks –
And he sees a miracle before him.
Will I find colors and words?
Before him is a living head.
Huge eyes are embraced by sleep;
Snores, rocking the feathered helmet,
And feathers in the dark height,
Like shadows, they walk, fluttering.
In its terrible beauty
Rising above the gloomy steppe,
Surrounded by silence,
A nameless guardian of the desert,
Ruslan will face it
A formidable and foggy mass.
In perplexity, he wants
Mysterious to destroy the dream.
Closely examining the miracle,
Traveled his head around
And stood silently before his nose;
Tickles the nostrils with a spear,
And, wrinkling, the head yawned,
Eyes opened and sneezed …
A whirlwind rose, the steppe trembled,
Dust flew up; from the eyelashes, from the mustache,
A flock of owls flew off the eyebrows;
Silent groves woke up,
An echo sneezed – a zealous horse
Neglected, jumped, flew away,
As soon as the knight himself sat,
And a noisy voice followed:
“Where are you, you foolish knight?
Go back, I’m not kidding!
I’ll just swallow the impudent one! ”
Ruslan looked around with contempt,
He held the horse with his reins
And smiled proudly.
“What do you want from me? –
Frowning, the head screamed. –
Here fate has sent me a guest!
Listen, get away!
I want to sleep, now it’s night,
Goodbye! ” But the famous knight,
Hearing rude words,
exclaimed with an angry gravity:
“Shut up, empty head!
I have heard the truth, it happened:
Though the forehead is wide, but the brain is not enough!
I’m going, I’m going, I’m not blowing,
But when I hit it, I won’t let it go! ”
Then, from the rage dumbfounded,
Constrained by the malice of the flame,
The head pouted; like heat,
Bloody eyes flashed;
The lips quivered, getting stiff,
Steam rose up from the lips, ears –
And suddenly she, that was urine,
Towards the prince began to blow;
In vain a horse, squeezing his eyes,
Bowing his head, straining his chest,
Through the whirlwind, rain and darkness of night
The unfaithful continues on his way;
Seized with fear, blinded,
He rushes again, exhausted,
Far away in the field to rest.
The knight wants to turn again –
Is reflected again, there is no hope!
And his head followed him,
Like a crazy woman, she laughs,
Thunders: “Ai, knight! ah, hero!
Where are you going? hush, hush, stop!
Hey, knight, you can break your neck for nothing;
Don’t be afraid, rider, and me
Make me happy with at least one blow,
Until you kill the horse. ”
And meanwhile she teased the hero
with a terrible language.
Ruslan, vexation in the heart of the cut,
Threatens her silently with a copy,
Shakes him with his free hand,
And, trembling, cold damask steel
Plunged into the impudent tongue.
And the blood from the frenzied mouth
It ran like a river in an instant.
From surprise, pain, anger,
In a moment of insolence, she lost,
The head looked at the prince,
Iron gnawed and turned pale
In a calm spirit, hot,
So sometimes in the middle of our stage
Bad pet Melpomene,
Sudden, whistling deafening he does not see,
turns pale, forgets his role,
Trembles, drooping his head,
And, stammering, falls silent
Before a mocking crowd.
Happy using the moment,
To embarrassed head embarrassment,
Like a hawk, the hero flies
With a raised, formidable right hand
And a heavy mitten on the cheek
From a sweep it strikes the head;
And the steppe resounded with a blow;
Dewy grass all around
Bloody foam stained,
And, staggering, the head
Turned over, rolled,
And the cast-iron helmet knocked.
Then on the empty place
The hero’s sword flashed.
Our knight is in awe of merry
He grabbed him and to his head
On the bloody grass
Runs with cruel intent
Cut off her nose and ears;
Ruslan is already ready to strike,
Has already swung his wide sword –
Suddenly, amazed, he heeds
The head of the praying miserable groan … :
This is how the ice melts in the valley,
struck by the ray of midday.
“You have enlightened me, hero, –
With a sigh, the head said, –
Your right hand proved,
That I am guilty before you;
From now on I am obedient to you;
But, knight, be generous!
My lot is worthy of crying.
And I was a daring knight!
In bloody battles of an adversary
I am not equal to myself;
Happy if I didn’t have a younger brother as a rival!
Insidious, evil Chernomor,
You, you are to blame for all my troubles!
Shame on our families,
Born by Karla, with a beard,
My wondrous growth from my youthful days
He could not see without annoyance
And for that in his soul he began to hate me, cruel, hate.
I was always a little simple,
Although tall; and this unfortunate one,
Having the stupidest height,
Clever as a demon – and terribly angry.
Moreover, know, to my misfortune,
In his wonderful beard
Fatal power lurks,
And, despising everything in the world,
As long as the beard is intact –
The traitor does not fear evil.
Here he is once with an air of friendship
“Listen,” he said slyly to me, “
Do not give up your important service:
I found it in black books,
What is behind the eastern mountains,
On quiet seashore,
In a deaf basement, under castles
The sword is kept – and what then? fear!
I made out in the magic darkness,
That by the will of hostile fate
This sword will be known to us;
That he will destroy both of us:
He will cut off my beard,
Your head; judge for yourself,
How important it is for us to gain
of this creation of evil spirits! ”
“Well, what then? where is the difficulty? –
I said to Carla, – I’m ready;
I am going, even beyond the bounds of the world. “
And he loaded a pine tree on his shoulder,
And on another for the advice
He planted the villainous brother;
Set off on a long journey,
Chagall, walked and, thank God,
As if to spite the prophecy,
Everything went happily at the beginning.
Beyond the distant mountains
We found a fatal basement;
I scattered it with my hands
And took out the hidden sword.
But no! fate wanted it:
A quarrel between us boiled over –
And it was, I confess, about what!
Question: Who owns the sword?
I argued, Karla was getting excited;
They scolded for a long time; finally
A trick was invented by a sly man,
He quieted down and seemed to soften.
“Let’s leave the useless dispute, –
Chernomor told me it is important, –
We will dishonor our alliance;
Reason commands to live in the world;
We will leave it to fate to decide,
To whom this sword belongs.
Let us put our ear to the ground, both
(What malice will not invent!),
And whoever hears the first ringing,
He will wield the sword to the grave. ”
He said and lay down on the ground.
I also stretched out foolishly;
I lie, I do not hear anything,
Daring: I will deceive him!
But he himself was cruelly deceived.
A villain in deep silence,
Rising on tiptoe to me
Sneaked up from behind, swung;
A sharp sword whistled like a whirlwind,
And before I looked back,
Already the head flew off my shoulders –
And supernatural power
In her life the spirit stopped.
My skeleton is overgrown with thorns;
Far away, in a country forgotten by people,
My unburied ashes decayed;
But the evil Karla carried me
Me to this solitary land,
Where you should have guarded forever
You took the sword today.
O knight! You keep it by fate,
Take it, and God be with you!
Perhaps on your way
You will meet the sorcerer Karl –
Ah, if you notice him,
Take revenge on insidiousness, malice!
And finally I will be happy,
Quietly leave this world –
And in my gratitude
I will forget your slap in the face.
Song of the fourth
Every day, having risen from sleep,
I heartily thank God
For the fact that in our times
There are not so many wizards.
Besides – honor and glory to them! –
Our marriages are safe …
Their plans are not so terrible
For husbands, young girls.
But there are other wizards,
Whom I hate:
Smile, blue eyes
And dear voice – oh friends!
Do not believe them: they are crafty!
Fear, imitating me,
Their intoxicating poison,
And rest in silence.
Poetry a wonderful genius,
Singer of mysterious visions,
Love, dreams and devils,
A faithful inhabitant of graves and paradise,
And my windy muse
Confidant, pestun and guardian!
Forgive me, northern Orpheus,
What’s in my funny story
Now I’m flying after you
And the wayward muse’s lyre
In a lovely lie I will.
My friends, you have all heard,
Like a demon in ancient days, a villain
First betrayed himself out of sorrow,
And there the souls of his daughters;
As after a generous alms,
Prayer, faith, and fasting,
And unfeigned repentance
Seeked an intercessor in the saint;
How he died and how he fell asleep
His twelve daughters:
And we were captivated, terrified
Pictures of these secret nights,
These wonderful visions,
This dark demon, this God’s wrath,
Living sinner’s torment
And the charm of the virgins.
We cried with them, wandered
Around the battlements of the castle walls,
And loved with our heart
Their quiet sleep, their quiet captivity;
With the soul of Vadim they called,
And their awakening ripened,
And often the nuns of the saints
They were escorted to their father’s tomb.
And well, perhaps eh … we were lied to!
But will I proclaim the truth?
Young Ratmir, directing to the south
The impatient run of the horse,
I was already thinking before the sunset of the day
To catch up with Ruslan’s wife.
But the crimson day grew dark;
In vain the knight before him
Looked into the distant fogs:
Everything was empty over the river.
Dawn the last ray burned
Above the brightly gilded pine forest.
Our knight passed the black rocks
Quietly drove by and looked
Looking for a night lodging between the trees.
He goes to the valley
And sees: the castle on the rocks
Raises the jagged walls;
Towers at the corners turn black;
And the maiden on the high wall,
Like a lonely swan in the sea,
Goes, the dawn is illuminated;
And the song of the virgin is barely audible
Valleys in deep silence.
“The darkness of the night lies in the field;
A cold wind rose from the waves.
It’s too late, young traveler!
Take cover in our gratifying tower.
Here at night bliss and peace,
And in the daytime and noise and feasting.
Come to a friendly calling,
Come, about a young traveler!
Here you will find a swarm of beauties;
Their speech and kiss are gentle.
Come to a secret calling,
Come, about a young traveler!
We are for you with the morning dawn
Let’s fill the cup goodbye.
Come to a peaceful calling,
Come, oh young traveler!
Lies in the field the darkness of the night;
A cold wind rose from the waves.
It’s too late, young traveler!
Hide in our gratifying tower. ”
She beckons, she sings;
And the young khan is already under the wall;
He is met at the gate
Red maidens in a crowd;
With the noise of kind words
He is surrounded; do not take him off
They have captivating eyes;
Two maidens are leading the horse away;
The young khan enters the palace,
Behind him a swarm of lovely hermits;
One takes off the winged helmet,
Another forged armor,
That sword takes, that dusty shield;
The clothes of bliss will replace
Iron armor of battle.
But first, the young man is led
To a magnificent Russian bath.
Already the smoky waves are flowing
Into her silver vats,
And cold fountains are splashing;
Carpet spread with luxury;
The tired khan lies down on it;
Transparent steam swirls over it;
Leaning down bliss, full gaze,
In tender and dumb care,
Young maidens are around the khan
They are crowded with a frisky crowd.
Above the knight another waves
Branches of young birches,
And the heat from them plows fragrant;
Another with the juice of spring roses
Tired members cools down
And drowns in aromas
The knight intoxicated with delight
Has already forgotten Lyudmila as a prisoner
Recently lovely beauties;
languishes with sweet desire;
His wandering gaze shines,
And, full of passionate anticipation,
He melts with his heart, he burns.
But now he comes out of the bath.
Dressed in velvet fabrics,
In the circle of pretty virgins, Ratmir
Sits down at a rich feast.
I am not Omer: in high verses
He can sing alone
Dinners of Greek retinues
And the sound and foam of deep bowls.
Sweeter, in the footsteps of Guys,
Praise me with a careless lyre
And nakedness in the shadow of the night,
And a kiss of tender love!
The castle is illuminated by the moon;
I see a distant tower,
Where the languid, inflamed knight
Eats a lonely dream;
His brow, his cheeks
Burn with an instant flame;
His lips are half-open
Secret lobbies beckon;
He sighs passionately, slowly,
He sees them – and in an ardent dream
He presses the veil to his heart.
But in deep silence
The door opened: the floor is jealous
Hides under a hurried foot,
And by the silver moon
A virgin flashed. Winged Dreams,
Hide, fly away!
Wake up – your night has come!
Wake up – the moment of loss is dear! ..
She approaches, he lies
And slumbers in voluptuous bliss;
His cover slips from his bed,
And the hot fluff embraces his brow.
In silence the virgin before him
Stands motionless, breathless,
Like the hypocritical Diana
Before her dear shepherd;
And here she is, on the khan’s bed
Leaning one knee,
Sighing, the face bends to him
With languor, with living trembling,
And the lucky man’s dream interrupts
With passionate and mute lobbing …
But, friends, the virgin lyre
Silenced by my hand;
My timid voice weakens –
Let’s leave young Ratmir;
I dare not continue with a song:
Ruslan should occupy us,
Ruslan, this unparalleled knight,
A hero in his heart, a faithful lover.
Tired by stubborn battle,
Under the hero’s head
He tastes sweet sleep.
But at the very early dawn
The quiet sky is shining;
Everything is clear; morning ray playful
Heads shaggy forehead golden.
Ruslan gets up, and the zealous horse
Already the knight rushes like an arrow.
And the days are running; cornfields turn yellow;
A decrepit leaf falls from the trees;
In the woods the autumn wind whistle
Drowns out the feathered singers;
Heavy, cloudy fog
winds around the Naked Hills;
Winter is approaching – Ruslan
Bravely continues his way
To the far north; Every day
He meets new obstacles:
He fights with a hero,
Now with a witch, then with a giant,
Then he sees a moonlit night,
As if through a magic dream,
Surrounded by a gray fog,
Mermaids, quietly on the branches
Swinging, a young knight
With a sly smile on his lips
Beckon, without saying a word …
But we keep a secret craft,
The fearless knight is unharmed;
Desire slumbers in his soul,
He does not see them, he does not heed them,
Lyudmila alone is everywhere with him.
But meanwhile, no one is visible,
From the attacks of the sorcerer
Kept with a magic hat,
What is my princess doing,
My beautiful Lyudmila?
She, silent and sad,
One walks through the gardens,
Thinks and sighs about a friend,
Ile, giving free rein to her dreams,
To my dear Kiev fields
Flies away into oblivion of the heart;
He hugs his father and brothers,
He sees young girlfriends
And his old mothers –
Captivity and separation are forgotten!
But soon the poor princess
Loses her delusion
And again she was sad and alone.
Slaves of the enamored villain,
And day and night, not daring to sit,
Meanwhile, in the castle, in the gardens
They were looking for a charming captive,
They rushed about, called loudly,
However, everything was for nothing.
Lyudmila amused herself with them:
Sometimes in magical groves
Without a hat, she suddenly appeared
And clicked: “Here, here!”
And all rushed to her in a crowd;
But to the side – suddenly invisible –
She with an inaudible foot
She ran away from the predatory hands.
Everywhere they noticed every hour
Her minute traces:
That gilded fruits
They disappeared on noisy branches,
That drops of spring water
They fell on a crumpled meadow:
Then they probably knew in the castle,
What the princess was drinking or eating.
On the branches of cedar or birch
Hiding at night, she
She looked for a minute to sleep –
But she only shed tears,
Called her husband and peace,
languished with sadness and yawning,
And rarely, rarely before dawn,
Leaning to the tree with her head,
Dozing in a thin doze;
Barely dark at night,
Lyudmila walked to the waterfall
To wash with a cold stream:
Karla himself in the morning at times
Once I saw from the chambers,
As under an invisible hand
The waterfall splashed and splashed.
With her usual melancholy
Until a new night, here and there,
She wandered through the gardens:
Often in the evening they heard
Her pleasant voice;
Often raised in the groves
Or a wreath thrown by her,
Or pieces of a Persian shawl,
Or a tear-stained handkerchief.
Stung by cruel passion,
Annoyed, darkened by anger,
The sorcerer finally decided
To catch Lyudmila without fail.
So Lemnos the lame blacksmith,
Having received the wedding crown
From the hands of the lovely Cytereya,
Spread the net to her beauties,
Opening the mocking gods
Cypriots tender ventures …
Bored, poor princess
In the coolness of the marble pavilion
In the cool of the marble pavilion
Stared at the flowering meadow.
Suddenly he hears – they call: “Dear friend!”
And sees the faithful Ruslan.
His features, gait, camp;
But he is pale, there is a fog in his eyes,
And there is a living wound on his thigh –
In her heart trembled. “Ruslan!
Ruslan! .. He’s for sure! ” And with an arrow
The captive flies to her husband,
In tears, trembling, she says:
“You are here … you are wounded … what’s wrong with you?”
Has already reached, embraced:
Oh horror … the ghost disappears!
Princess in the nets; from her brow
A hat falls to the ground.
Cooling down, he hears a formidable cry:
“She’s mine!” – and at the same moment
Sees the sorcerer before his eyes.
There was a pitiful groan of the virgin,
Falls unconscious – and a wondrous dream
Embraced the unfortunate with its wings.
What will happen to the poor princess!
O terrible sight: a frail wizard
Caressing with an impudent hand
Ludmila’s young charms!
Will he really be happy?
Chu … suddenly there was a ringing of horns,
And someone calls Karla.
In confusion, the pale sorcerer
Puts a hat on the maiden;
They are blowing again; sonorous, sonorous!
And he flies to an unknown meeting,
Throwing his beard over his shoulders.
Song of the Fifth
Ah, how sweet my princess is!
Her character is dearest to me:
She is sensitive, modest,
True to marital love,
A little windy … so what?
She is even nicer than that.
Hourly charm of the new
She knows how to captivate us;
Tell me: is it possible to compare
Her with the Harsh Delfira?
One – fate sent the gift
To enchant hearts and eyes;
Her smile, conversations
Love gives rise to heat in me.
And that one – under the skirt of a hussar,
Just give her a mustache and spurs!
Blessed is who in the evening
To a secluded corner
My Ludmila is waiting for
And she will call her heart friend;
But, believe me, blessed is the one
Who escapes from Delfira
And even stranger with her.
Yes, but that’s not the point!
But who was blowing the trumpet? Who was the sorcerer
Summoned menacing to the battle?
Who scared the sorcerer?
Ruslan. He, with the revenge of the flame,
Reached the abode of the villain.
Already a knight stands under the mountain,
The call-up horn howls like a storm,
An impatient horse boils
And the snow is digging like a hoof.
Prince Charles is waiting. Suddenly he
On a strong steel helmet
Struck by an invisible hand;
The blow fell like thunder;
Ruslan lifts a dim gaze
And sees – right above the head –
With a raised, terrible mace
Karla Chernomor flies.
Having covered himself with a shield, he bent down,
He shook his sword and swung;
But he soared under the clouds;
For a moment he disappeared – and from above
The noise flies at the prince again.
The agile knight flew away,
And into the snow with a fatal sweep
The sorcerer fell – and there he sat down;
Ruslan, without saying a word,
Off the horse, hurrying to him,
Caught it, grabs the beard,
The wizard struggles, groans
And suddenly flies away with Ruslan …
The zealous horse looks after him;
Already a sorcerer under the clouds;
The hero hangs on his beard;
Fly over the gloomy forests,
Fly over the wild mountains,
Fly over the abyss of the sea;
From the tension of the bone,
Ruslan by the villain’s beard
Stubborn holds on with his hand.
Meanwhile, weakening in the air
And amazed at the strength of the Russian,
The Wizard to the proud Ruslan
Slyly says: “Listen, prince!
I will stop hurting you;
Young courage loving,
I will forget everything, forgive you,
I will go down – but only with an agreement … “
” Be quiet, insidious sorcerer! –
Our knight interrupted: – with Chernomor,
With his wife’s tormentor,
Ruslan does not know the contract!
This formidable sword will punish the thief.
Fly even to the night star,
And you will be without a beard! ”
Fear encompasses Chernomor;
In vexation, in sorrow, mute,
In vain with a long beard
Tired Karla shakes her:
Ruslan does not let her out
And sometimes he pinches her hair.
The sorcerer carries the hero for two days,
On the third he asks for mercy:
“O knight, have mercy on me;
I can hardly breathe; no more urine;
Leave me life, I am in your will;
Say – I will go down wherever you tell me … “
” Now you are ours: aha, trembling!
Humble yourself, submit to the Russian power!
Take me to my Lyudmila. ”
Chernomor humbly listens;
He set off home with the knight;
Flies – and instantly found himself
Among his terrible mountains.
Then Ruslan with one hand
He took the sword of the slain head
And, seizing the beard with the other,
Cut it off like a handful of grass.
“Know ours! – he said cruelly, –
What, predator, where is your beauty?
Where is the power? ” – and on a high helmet
Gray knits hair;
Whistling is calling a dashing horse;
The cheerful horse flies and whinnies;
Our knight Karlu is barely alive
He puts it in his knapsack behind the saddle,
And he himself, fearing a moment of waste,
Hastens to the top of the steep mountain,
Reached, and with a joyful soul
Flies into the magic chambers.
In the distance, seeing a brushed helmet,
The pledge of a fatal victory,
Before him a wonderful swarm of araps,
Crowds of fearful slaves,
Like ghosts, from all sides
They run and disappeared.He walks
Alone among the prideful temples,
Calls his sweet spouse –
Only the echo of the silent vaults
Ruslan gives a voice;
In the excitement of impatient feelings
He opens the doors to the garden –
He walks, walks – and does not find;
An embarrassed gaze is circling around –
Everything is dead: the groves are silent,
The pavilions are empty; on the rapids,
Along the banks of the stream, in the valleys,
There is no trace of Lyudmila anywhere,
And the ear hears nothing.
The sudden coldness embraces the prince,
The light darkens in his eyes,
Dark thoughts have arisen in his mind …
“Perhaps grief … gloomy captivity …
A minute … waves …” In these dreams
He is immersed.With mute longing
The knight dropped his head;
He is tormented by involuntary fear;
He is as immovable as a dead stone;
The mind is darkened; wild flame
And the poison of desperate love
Already flowing in his blood.
It seemed – the shadow of the beautiful princess
Touched the quivering lips …
And suddenly, frantic, terrible,
The knight strives through the gardens;
Lyudmila calls with a cry,
Tears off cliffs from the hills,
Destroys everything, destroys everything with a sword –
Pavilions, groves fall,
Trees, bridges dive in waves,
The steppe is exposed all around!
Far off the hums repeat
And roar and crackle and noise and thunder;
Everywhere the sword rings and whistles,
The adorable land is devastated –
The mad knight is looking for the victim,
He swings to the right, to the left
The desert air cuts …
And suddenly – an unexpected blow
From the invisible princess he knocks down
Chernomor’s farewell gift disappeared into
Lyudmila has opened in the networks!
Not believing his own eyes,
Intoxicated with unexpected happiness,
Our knight falls at the feet of
Our faithful, unforgettable friend,
Kisses hands, tears the nets,
Love, delight sheds tears,
Calls her – but the maiden is asleep,
and Closed eyes mouth,
And voluptuous dream
Her young breast lifts.
Ruslan does not take his eyes off her,
He is tormented by the torment again …
But suddenly a friend hears a voice,
The voice of the virtuous Finn:
“Take courage, prince! On the way back
Go with the sleeping Lyudmila;
Fill your heart with new strength,
Be faithful to love and honor.
Heavenly thunder will break out in anger,
And silence will reign –
And in the bright Kiev the princess
Before Vladimir will rise
From enchanted sleep.
Ruslan, with this voice animated,
Takes his wife in his arms,
And quietly with a precious burden
He leaves the height
And descends into the lonely valley.
In silence, with Karla behind the saddle,
He went his own way;
In his hands lies Lyudmila
Fresh, like a spring dawn,
And on the shoulder of the hero
She bowed her calm face.
With hairs twisted into a ring
Desert breeze plays;
How often does her breast sigh!
How often a quiet face
It glows with an instant rose!
Love and a secret dream
Ruslanov’s image is brought to her,
And with a languid whisper of the mouth
The spouse pronounces the name …
In sweet oblivion he catches
Her magic breath,
A smile, tears, a gentle moan
And sleepy Persei excitement …
, along the valleys, in the mountains,
And on a white day, and at night,
Our knight goes incessantly.
The desired limit is still far away,
And the virgin is asleep. But the young prince,
languishing with a fruitless flame,
Is it possible, a constant sufferer,
Only guarded his spouse
And in a chaste dream,
Having humbled his immodest desire,
Did he find his bliss?
The monk who kept the faithful tradition
About my glorious knight,
We are confidently assured of this:
And I believe! Without division
Dull, rude delights:
We are just happy together.
Shepherdesses, the dream of a charming princess
Did not resemble your dreams,
Sometimes a languid spring,
On an ant, in the shade of a tree.
I remember a small meadow
Among a birch oak forest,
I remember a dark evening,
I remember Lida’s wicked dream …
Ah, the first kiss of love,
Trembling, light, hurried,
Didn’t disperse, my friends,
Her patient slumber …
But full of it, I’m talking nonsense!
Why remember love?
Her joy and suffering
Forgotten by me for a long time;
Now they attract my attention
Princess, Ruslan and Chernomor.
The plain spreads before them,
Where spruces have sprung up from time to time;
And the formidable hill in the distance
The round top turns black
Heaven on the bright blue.
Ruslan looks – and guessed,
What is coming to the head;
Faster the greyhound horse rushed;
The miracle of miracles is already visible;
She looks with a motionless eye;
Her hair is like a black forest,
Overgrown on a high forehead;
Lanits deprived of life,
Lead pallor covered;
Huge mouths are open,
Huge teeth are constrained …
Above a half-dead head
The last day was grave.
A brave knight flew to her
With Lyudmila, with Karla on her back.
He shouted: “Hello, head!
I’m here! your traitor is punished!
Look: here he is, our villain prisoner! ”
And the prince’s proud words
She was suddenly revived,
For a moment she woke up a feeling,
Woke up as if from a dream,
Looked, groaned terribly …
She recognized the knight
And I recognized my brother with horror.
Nostrils inflated; on the cheeks
The crimson fire was still born,
And in the dying eyes
The last anger was depicted.
In confusion, in a mute fury
She gnashed her teeth
And her brother with a cold tongue
An indistinct babbling reproach …
Already her at that very hour
The long suffering ended:
Chela’s instant flame extinguished,
The heavy breath went out
And soon the prince and Chernomor
They saw death shudder …
She rested in eternal sleep.
The knight withdrew into silence;
The trembling dwarf behind the saddle
Did not dare to breathe, did not move
And with the tongue of the warlock
Eagerly prayed to the demons.
On the slope of the dark banks
Some unnamed river,
In the cool gloom of the forests,
There was a shelter in a drooping hut,
Crowned with thick pine trees.
In the course of a slow river
Nearby a reed fence
Washed by a sleepy wave
And around it barely murmured
With a slight noise of the breeze.
The valley lurked in these places,
Lonely and dark;
And there seemed to be silence
From the beginning of the world reigned.
Ruslan stopped the horse.
Everything was quiet, serene;
From the dawn day
Valley with a coastal grove
Smoke shone through the morning.
Ruslan lays his wife on the meadow,
Sits down near her, sighs
With sweet and mute despondency;
And suddenly he sees before him
The humble sail of the shuttle
And hears the song of the fisherman
Above the quiet-flowing river.
Throwing a net over the waves,
Fisherman, tilted with oars,
Sails to the wooded shores,
To the threshold of the humble hut.
And the good prince Ruslan sees:
The shuttle is sailing to the shore;
From the dark hut runs
The Young Maiden; slender stature,
Hair, carelessly loose,
Smile, quiet gaze of the eyes,
Both chest and shoulders are naked,
Everything is sweet, everything captivates in her.
And here they are, embracing each other,
They sit down by the cool waters,
And an hour of carefree leisure
For them with love comes.
But in silence in astonishment
Whom in a happy fisherman
Our young knight recognizes?
Khazar Khan, chosen by glory,
Ratmir, in love, in a bloody war
His young rival,
Ratmir in the serene desert
Lyudmila, forgot glory
And changed them forever
In the arms of a tender friend.
The hero approached, and instantly
The Hermit recognizes Ruslan,
Rises, flies. There was a cry …
And the prince hugged the young khan.
“What do I see? – asked the hero, –
Why are you here, why did you leave
The anxieties of fighting life
And the sword that you glorified? ”
“My friend,” answered the fisherman, “
My soul is bored with abusive glory
An empty and disastrous ghost.
Believe me: innocent fun,
Love and peaceful oak groves
A hundred times dearer to the heart.
Now, having lost the thirst for battle,
He stopped paying tribute to the madness,
And, he is rich in true happiness,
I have forgotten everything, dear comrade,
Everything, even the charms of Lyudmila. “
“Dear Khan, I am very glad! –
Ruslan said, “she’s with me”.
“Is it possible, by what fate?
What do I hear? The Russian princess …
She is with you, where is she?
Let me … but no, I’m afraid of treason;
My friend is sweet to me;
My happy change
She was the culprit;
She is my life, she is my joy!
She returned to me again
My lost youth,
Both peace and pure love.
In vain they promised me happiness
The lips of young sorceresses;
The twelve virgins loved me:
I left them for her;
He left their merry tower,
In the shadow of the guardian oak trees;
He folded both the sword and the heavy helmet,
Forgot both the glory and the enemies.
Hermit, peaceful and unknown,
Remained in a happy wilderness,
With you, dear friend, lovely friend,
With you, the light of my soul! ”
Sweet shepherdess listened
Friends open conversation
And, fixing her gaze on the khan,
And smiled and sighed.
A fisherman and a knight on the banks
Sit until the dark night
With heart and soul on their lips –
The clock flew invisibly.
The forest turns black, the mountain is dark;
The moon rises – everything is quiet.
It is high time for the hero to set off –
Throwing a blanket quietly
On the sleeping virgin, Ruslan
Goes and sits on a horse;
Thoughtfully silent khan
His soul strives to follow him,
Ruslan wishes for happiness, victories
And wishes for glory and love …
And the thoughts of proud, young years
Involuntary sadness revives … with him (unknown in the world)
Love and friendship of old years?
Poet of sad truth,
Why should I for posterity
To expose vice and malice
And the secrets of the machinations of treachery
In truthful songs to denounce?
The princess is an unworthy seeker,
Having lost the hunt for glory,
Unknown to anyone, Farlaf
In the distant and calm desert
He hid and waited for Naina.
And the solemn hour has come.
The sorceress came to him,
Prophetic: “Do you know me?
Follow me; saddle a horse! ”
And the witch turned into a cat;
The horse is saddled, she set off;
The gloomy paths of the oak groves
Farlaf follows her.
The valley was quietly dozing,
In the night clothed with fog,
The moon ran across in the mist
From cloud to cloud and mound
Instantaneous brilliance illuminated.
Beneath him in silence Ruslan
Sat with his usual melancholy
Before the lulled princess.
He thought deeply,
Dreams flew after dreams,
And sleep blew imperceptibly
Above him with cold wings.
At the maiden with vague eyes
In a languid slumber he looked
And, with a weary head
Bending at her feet, fell asleep.
And the hero has a prophetic dream:
He sees as if the princess
Above a terrible abyss, depth
Stands motionless and pale …
And suddenly Lyudmila disappears,
He stands alone over the abyss …
A familiar voice, an inviting groan
From a quiet abyss flies …
Ruslan strives for his wife;
Stromglav flies in the deep darkness.
And suddenly he sees in front of him:
Vladimir, in a high gridnitsa,
In the circle of gray-haired heroes,
Between the twelve sons,
With a crowd of named guests
Sits at fraudulent tables.
And the old prince is just as angry,
As on a terrible day of parting,
And everyone sits without moving,
Not daring to break the silence.
The cheerful noise of the guests has subsided,
The circular bowl does not go …
And he sees among the guests
Rogdai, slain in battle:
Killed, as if alive, sits;
From a frothy glass
He is cheerful, drinks and does not look
At the amazed Ruslan.
The prince sees the young khan,
Friends and foes … and suddenly
There was a fugitive sound of gusli
And the voice of the prophetic Bayan,
Singer of heroes and fun.
Farlaf enters the gridnitsa,
He leads Lyudmila by the hand;
But the old man, without getting up from his place,
Silent, bowing his head to the gloom,
Princes, boyars – all are silent,
Soul movements cut.
And everything disappeared – mortal cold
Envelopes the sleeping hero.
Deeply immersed in slumber,
He sheds painful tears,
In excitement he thinks: this is a dream!
languishes, but ominous dreams,
Alas, he cannot interrupt.
The moon shines slightly over the mountain;
The groves are embraced by darkness,
Valley in dead silence …
The traitor rides on a horse.
A clearing opened up in front of him;
He sees a gloomy barrow;
Ruslan sleeps at Lyudmila’s feet,
And the horse walks around the mound
Farlaf looks with fear;
In the fog, the witch disappears,
His heart sank in him, trembling
From cold hands drops the bridle,
Quietly draws the sword,
Preparing the knight without a fight
Cut in two with a swing …
I drove up to him.The hero’s horse,
Sensing the enemy, boiled,
Blundered and stamped. The sign is in vain!
Ruslan does not heed; a terrible dream,
Like a load, over him weighed down! ..
A traitor, encouraged by a witch,
To the hero’s chest with a despicable hand
Pluses cold steel three times …
And rushes fearfully into the distance
With his precious prey.
Throughout the night the insensible Ruslan
Lied in the darkness under the mountain.
The clock flew by. River blood
Flowed from inflamed wounds.
In the morning, opening a foggy gaze,
Launching a heavy, weak groan,
With effort he raised himself,
He looked, drooped by the head of the swearing –
And he fell motionless, lifeless.
Song of the sixth
You command me, oh my gentle friend,
On a light and careless lyre
They were old to hum
And to devote to the faithful muse
Hours of invaluable leisure …
You know, dear friend:
Quarreling with windy rumors
Your friend, intoxicated with bliss,
Forgotten and solitary work,
And the sounds of the lyre dear.
From harmonious fun
I, blissfully intoxicated, lost the habit …
I breathe you – and proud glory
I do not understand the invocation call
The secret genius left me
And fictions and sweet thoughts;
Love and thirst for pleasure
Some haunt my mind.
But you command, but you loved
My former stories,
Legends of glory and love;
My hero, my Lyudmila,
Vladimir, witch, Chernomor,
And Finn’s faithful sorrows
Your dreams were occupied;
You, listening to my light nonsense,
With a smile sometimes dozed;
But sometimes my gentle gaze
Threw more tenderly at the singer …
I will make up my mind; love talker,
Touching again lazy strings;
I sit at your feet and again
Brench about the young knight.
But what did I say? Where is Ruslan?
He lies dead in an open field;
His blood does not pour any more,
A greedy lie flies above him,
The horn is silent, the armor is motionless,
The shaggy helmet does not move!
A horse walks around Ruslan,
Having lowered his proud head,
Fire disappeared in his eyes!
He does not wave his mane with gold,
He doesn’t amuse himself, he doesn’t jump,
And he waits for Ruslan to rise …
But the prince has a deep cold sleep,
And for a long time his shield will not burst.
And Chernomor? He is behind the saddle,
In the knapsack, forgotten by the witch,
He does not know about anything yet;
Tired, sleepy and angry
To the princess, my hero
He silently scolded for boredom;
Hearing nothing for a long time,
The wizard looked out – about a miracle!
He sees the hero is killed;
The drowned man lies in blood;
Lyudmila is gone, everything is empty in the field;
The villain trembles with joy
And thinks: it’s done, I’m free!
But old Karla was wrong.
Meanwhile, Naina is overshadowed
With Lyudmila, quietly put to sleep
Aspires to Kiev Farlaf:
Flies, full of hope, fear;
There are already Dnieper waves in front of him
In familiar pastures they rustle;
Already sees the golden-domed city;
Farlaf already rushes through the hail,
And the noise in the hailstones rises;
In joyful excitement the people
Fell after the rider, crowded;
They run to make their father happy:
And here is the traitor at the porch.
Weeping a burden in the soul of sorrow,
Vladimir-sun at that time
In his high mansion
Sat, languishing in his usual thought.
Boyars, knights around
They sat with a gloomy importance.
Suddenly he hears: in front of the porch
Excitement, screams, wonderful noise;
The door opened; before him
An unknown warrior appeared;
Everyone stood up with a dull whisper
And suddenly they were embarrassed, they made a noise:
“Lyudmila is here! Farlaf … really? ”
In a sad face, changing,
The old prince gets up from his chair,
Hastens with heavy steps
Towards his unfortunate daughter,
Approaches; by his father’s hands
He wants to touch her;
But the dear maiden does not heed,
And the enchanted slumber
In the hands of the killer – everyone is looking
At the prince in vague anticipation;
And the old man has a restless look
He stared at the knight in silence.
But, slyly pressing his finger to his lips,
“Lyudmila is sleeping,” said Farlaf, “
I found her recently
In the deserted Murom forests
In the hands of an evil goblin;
There the work was done gloriously;
We fought for three days; moon
Above the battle three times rose;
He fell, and the young princess
fell into my hands asleep;
And who will interrupt this wondrous dream?
When will the revival come?
I don’t know – the law of fate is hidden!
And we have hope and patience
Some remained in consolation. “
And soon with the fatal news
Rumor flew through the hail;
A motley crowd of people
Gradskaya Square began to boil;
The sad tower is open to everyone;
The crowd is agitated, bringing down
There, where on a high bed,
On a brocade blanket
The princess lies in a deep sleep;
Princes and knights all around
They are sad; trumpets,
Horns, tympans, gusli, tambourines
Thundering over her; the old prince,
Wearing a heavy longing,
Gray-haired at the feet of Lyudmila
He clung to it with silent tears;
And Farlaf, pale beside him,
In silent repentance, in vexation,
Trembles, having lost his insolence.
Night has come. No one in the city
Sleepless eyes did not close;
Rustling, all crowded together:
He talked about every miracle;
The young spouse forgot his wife
In the humble loft he forgot.
But only the light of the two-horned moon
Disappeared before the dawn,
All Kiev with a new alarm
Confused! Clicks, noise and howling
Arose everywhere. Kievans
Crowding on the city wall …
And they see: in the morning fog
Tents turn white across the river;
Shields, like a glow, shine,
In the fields riders flicker,
In the distance, lifting black dust;
Camping carts are going,
Bonfires are burning in the hills.
Trouble: the Pechenegs have risen!
But at this time the prophetic Finn,
The mighty lord of the spirits,
In his serene desert,
Waited with a calm heart,
So that the day of the inevitable fate,
Long foreseen, rose up.
In the silent wilderness of the combustible steppes
Behind the distant chain of wild mountains,
Dwellings of winds, explosive storms,
Where witches have a brave gaze
He is afraid to penetrate at a late hour,
A wonderful valley lurks,
And two keys flow in that valley:
One a living wave,
A cheerful murmur over the stones,
He pours out dead water;
Everything is quiet all around, the winds are sleeping,
The vernal chill does not blow,
The pine trees do not rustle for hundreds of years,
Birds do not hover, the deer does not dare
In the summer heat, drink from secret waters;
A couple of spirits from the beginning of the world,
Silent in the bosom of the world,
The dense coast guards …
With two empty jugs
A hermit appeared before them;
The spirits interrupted the old dream
And they departed full of fear.
Bending down, he plunges
Vessels into virgin waves;
Filled it, disappeared in the air
And found myself in two moments
In the valley where Ruslan lay
In blood, voiceless, without movement;
And the old man stood over the knight,
And he sprinkled with dead water,
And the wounds shone in an instant,
And the corpse with wonderful beauty
Bloomed; then the old man sprinkled living water
And vigorous, full of new strength,
Trembling with a young life,
Ruslan rises, on a clear day
He looks with greedy eyes,
Like an ugly dream, like a shadow,
Before him the past flashes.
But where is Lyudmila? He is alone!
In him, the heart, flashing, freezes.
Suddenly the knight flies up; the prophetic Finn
Calls him and hugs him:
“Fate has come true, oh my son!
Bliss awaits you;
The bloody feast is calling you;
Your formidable sword will strike with disaster;
A meek peace will descend on Kiev,
And there she will appear to you.
Take the coveted ring,
Touch Lyudmila’s brow with it,
And the secret enchantments will disappear,
Your face will confuse your enemies,
Peace will come, malice will die.
Be both worthy of happiness!
Forgive me for a long time, my knight!
Give your hand … there, behind the door of the coffin –
Not before – we’ll see you! ”
Said, disappeared. Intoxicated
With ardent and dumb Delight,
Ruslan, awakened for life,
Raise his hands after him.
But nothing is heard more!
Ruslan alone in a desert field;
Having jumped, with Karla behind the saddle,
Ruslanov is an impatient horse
Runs and neighs, waving his mane;
Already the prince is ready, he is already on horseback,
Already he is flying alive and sound
Through the fields, through the oak groves.
But meanwhile what a shame
Is Kiev besieged?
There, fixing their gaze on the fields,
The people, amazed with despondency,
Stands on the towers and walls
And in fear awaits the heavenly execution;
Timid groaning in the houses,
The silence of fear is on the stacks;
One, near his daughter,
Vladimir in sorrowful prayer;
And the brave host of heroes
With the faithful squad of princes
Prepares for a bloody battle.
And the day has come. Crowds of enemies
At dawn moved from the hills;
Excitedly, rushed from the plain
And flowed to the city wall;
Trumpets rang out in the hail,
The fighters closed, flew
Towards the brave army,
They met – and the battle began.
Feeling death, the horses leaped,
Let’s go knocking swords on armor;
A cloud of arrows rose up with a whistle,
The plain was filled with blood;
The headlong riders rushed off,
The horse squads mingled;
A closed, friendly wall
There the formation is cut with the formation;
The footman fights with the rider there;
There, a frightened horse rushes;
There the Russian fell, there the Pecheneg;
There are cliques of battle, there is an escape;
He was knocked over with a mace;
He was struck by an arrow with a light;
Another, crushed by a shield,
Trampled by a mad horse …
And the battle lasted until the dark night;
Neither the enemy nor ours defeated!
Behind the piles of bloody bodies
The soldiers closed their languid eyes,
And their abusive sleep was strong;
Only occasionally on the battlefield
The fallen mournful groans were heard
And the Russian knights of prayer.
The morning shadow turned pale,
The wave was strewn in the stream,
The dubious day was born
In the foggy east.
Hills and forests were bright,
And the heavens were awakening.
Still in idle peace
The battle field was dozing;
Suddenly the dream was interrupted: the enemy camp
With a noisy alarm rose up,
A sudden cry of battles burst out;
The hearts of the people of Kiev were confused;
They run in discordant crowds
And they see: in the field between the enemies,
Shining in armor, as if on fire,
A wonderful warrior on horseback
Rushing, stabbing, chopping like a thunderstorm,
In a roaring horn, flying, trumpeting …
That was Ruslan.Like the thunder of God,
Our knight fell on the bastard;
He prowls with Karla behind the saddle
Among the frightened camp.
Wherever the formidable sword enlightens,
Where the angry horse does not rush,
Everywhere heads fly off the shoulders
And with a cry the line falls on the line;
In an instant, a swearing meadow
Covered with hills of bloody bodies,
Alive, crushed, headless,
A multitude of spears, arrows, chain mail.
To the sound of the trumpet, to the voice of the battle
Horse squads of the Slavs
They rushed in the footsteps of the hero,
Fought … perish, you bastard!
Embraces the horror of the Pechenegs;
Pets stormy raids
They call scattered horses,
They dare not resist anymore
And with a wild cry in a dusty field
They run from Kiev swords,
Doomed to sacrifice to hell;
The Russian sword will execute their host;
Kiev rejoices … But in the hail
The mighty hero flies;
He holds a victory sword in his right hand;
The spear shines like a star;
Blood flows from copper chain mail;
There is a curly beard on the helmet;
Flies, hoped with hope,
Along noisy haystacks to the prince’s house.
The people, intoxicated with delight,
Crowds around with cries,
And joy revived the prince.
He enters the silent tower,
Where Lyudmila sleeps in a wonderful dream.
Vladimir, immersed in thought,
At her feet stood sad.
He was alone. His friends
The war drew him to the bloody fields.
But Farlaf is with him, shunning the glory
Far from the enemy swords,
In his soul, disdaining the anxieties of the camp,
He stood guard at the door.
As soon as the villain recognized Ruslan,
His blood cooled down, his eyes went out,
A voice froze in his open mouth,
And he fell senseless on his knees …
Treason awaits a worthy execution!
But, remembering the secret gift of the ring,
Ruslan flies to the sleeping Lyudmila,
Her calm face
She touches her trembling hand …
And a miracle: the young princess,
Sighing, she opened her bright eyes!
It seemed as if she was
Marveling at such a long night;
It seemed that some kind of dream
She was tormented by an obscure dream,
And suddenly I found out – this is him!
And the prince is in the arms of a beautiful one.
Having resurrected with a fiery soul,
Ruslan does not see, does not heed,
And the old man in mute joy,
Sobbing, he embraces the darlings.
How will I end my long story?
You will guess, my dear friend!
The unjust elder’s anger extinguished,
Farlaf before him and before Lyudmila
At the feet of Ruslan announced
His shame and dark villainy;
The happy prince forgave him;
Deprived of the powers of sorcery,
Charles was received into the palace;
And, celebrating the end of disasters,
Vladimir in a high gridnitsa
Locked in his family.
Deeds of bygone days,
Legends of deep antiquity.
So, an indifferent inhabitant of the world,
In the bosom of idle silence,
I praised my obedient lyre
Legends of dark antiquity.
I sang – and forgot the insults
Blind happiness and enemies,
Treason of windy Dorida
And noisy fools gossip.
Carried on the wings of fiction,
The mind flew away beyond the edge of the earth;
And meanwhile invisible thunderstorms
A cloud was gathering over me! ..
I was dying … Holy guardian
Initial, stormy days,
O friendship, gentle comforter
My sickly soul!
You begged for bad weather;
You have returned peace to your heart;
You saved me freedom,
Idol of seething youth!
Forgotten by the light and rumor,
Far from the banks of the Neva,
Now I see before me
proud heads of the Caucasus.
Above their steep peaks,
On the slope of stone rapids,
I feed on dumb feelings
And the wonderful beauty of pictures
Wild and gloomy nature;
Soul, as before, every hour
Full of weary thought –
But the fire of poetry went out.
I am looking for impressions in vain:
She passed, the time for poetry,
Time for love, happy dreams,
Time for heartfelt inspirations!
Rapture a short day has passed –
And disappeared from me forever
The Goddess of Silent Chants …
Season 20 Starts March 13 – Diablo III – Blizzard News
Season 20 begins March 13 with an update for Diablo III.Read our roundup to find out about the new Seasonal Effect, three Furious New Class Set Sets, and Multiple Item Changes in Patch 2.6.8!
New season theme
Season 20 is called Season of the Forbidden Archives. Many adventurers want to uncover the secret of power hidden in the ancient nephalem artifact, Kanai’s cube. But no one has reached such an understanding of this artifact as the equally praised and despised Horadrim Zoltun Kull.Kull has reached unprecedented heights in the possession of the power of the cube and with its help learned to collect and store the energy of powerful objects. In Season 20, we’ll find out how much power Kull could give you if he continued his experiments.
During Season 20, the slots in the Kanai Cube with which you can use the effects of legendary items will not be limited in their standard categories. Normally a character can use the Kanai Cube to use one additional effect from each weapon, armor, and ornaments, but in Season 20, players will be able to choose any combination of these three categories! For example, you can use two weapon effects and one armor effect.Or perhaps you decide to use the effects of the three amulets. The choice is yours, and we can’t wait to experiment with the new development options that will become available thanks to this feature!
Seasonal decorative awards
Starting in Season 17, we are giving players the opportunity to earn rewards that they may have missed in the past. Season 20 will unlock the rewards originally available in Season 8.
We also understand that the participants of past seasons also want something new.First introduced in Season 17, players will continue to receive two decorative gifts as rewards for completing the Season Journey, first introduced in Season 17. Marvel at the Teganza Warrior and Bat Pet picture frame!
In addition to the boots and leg armor from the exclusive Conqueror set, a new set of portrait frames in the style of the smoldering demonic fires of the Hells awaits players. Andariel’s famous “wings” will also become available again, thanks to which you can truly feel like the Virgin of Torment.
93 110 Seasonal Hike Rewards
If you’ve conscientiously eliminated demons in past seasons and have completed all of the Conqueror’s missions each time, then you should probably have enough extra stash tabs. In addition, you will be able to open up to of five stash tabs – one per season for completing all Conqueror missions:
- Guardian of the Sanctuary Complete the Nephalem Portal with a level 70 character on Torment XIII difficulty in under 5 minutes.
- Perfect Gem: Upgrade 3 Legendary Gems to level 55.
- I Always Win: Complete two Conquests this season.
- Warm Thoughts: Kill Izual with a level 70 hero in less than 15 seconds. on Torment XIII difficulty.
- Money Doesn’t Matter: Kill Greed on Torment XIII difficulty. The greedy goblins encountered outside the Nephalem portals sometimes open the way to their mistress’s realm, the Treasury.
- New Pinnacle: Reach Level 60 Greater Rift alone.Greater Rift Stone is obtained by killing the Nephalem Rift Guard.
- Powerful Upgrade: Use Kanai’s Cube to inlay an Ancient Legendary with a level 50 (or higher) gem.
- Cubic Transformation: Beat a Legendary with Kanai’s Cube.
Looking for a Conquest Plan for Season 20? Here are the challenges awaiting you!
Obtain Curse! Conquest and “Parade of Stars” is possible by taking part in the “Cursed Chest” event (according to the conditions of which you need to kill monsters) and by destroying at least 350 opponents with a hero of level 70 on the “Torment X” difficulty or higher.Crush the Fiends of Hell until you unlock the Level 75 Greater Portal to earn Divinity and Lionheart conquests. The most formidable demon slayers will appreciate the Boss Mode and Through the Worlds Speed Challenge, which requires Level 70 characters to defeat the following bosses within 20 minutes on Torment X difficulty:
- Skeleton King;
- Zoltun Kull;
- Queen Arana
- assault beast;
Finally, Challenges Years of War and Dynasty will appeal to those who like to master different class sets. But if this is not enough, then the tests “Masters of the Universe” and “Masters of Sets” will test your understanding of all the strategic features of complete dungeons.
Gift of Hedrig
Finally, it should be said that the beautiful set of items from the gifts of Hedrig, which can be obtained by completing certain chapters of the seasonal campaign, has changed again.For those who have not previously participated in the seasons, below are the conditions for obtaining and a list of all available bundles.
For the successful completion of the 2nd, 3rd and 4th chapters of the Seasonal Campaign, you will receive a total of three gifts of Hedrig. Each gift contains several items from a set for a specific class. Players will be able to receive a maximum of one Heroic and Normal set each season, so be wise with your gifts!
What kind of items from the set you get depends on the class of the character who opened the gifts.To collect a full set of items for a particular class, one hero must open the gifts.
Below is a list of the sets that can be obtained through the gifts of Hedrig in Season 20.
- Barbarian – “Call of the Immortal King”
- Crusader – “Search for the Light”
- Demon Hunter – Natalia’s Revenge
- Monk – “Uliana’s stratagem”
- Necromancer – “Avatar of Trag’Oul”
- Sorcerer – “Spirit of Arachir”
- Sorcerer – “The Amazing Secrets of Vyr”
Below is the final list of changes in Update 2.6.8 for Diablo III. Differences from the latest version used for testing on the PTR are marked in red.
Last updated: February 28 at 21:00 UTC.
Below is the list of changes made in Patch 2.6.8 for Diablo III.
Note: The following changes will affect both the PC and console versions of Diablo III – unless otherwise noted.
- Infernal devices and organs can now be picked up automatically.
- Horadrim treasures are now guaranteed to contain sketches – provided that not all sketches have been explored.
- For Season 20 of the Forbidden Archives, a new theme has been added:
- Throughout Season 20, legendary modifiers for weapons, armor, or jewelry will be available for all slots in Kanai’s cube.
- This means that you can select three properties for armor, three properties for weapons, three properties for jewelry, or any combination of them in all categories.
- Properties of items do not stack or multiply with themselves (in other words, you cannot use the property of one item several times at the same time).
- When the season ends and the heroes become non-seasonal, all active mods in the Kanai cube will be reset.
- Developer Comment: As mentioned in the Dev Diaries article series, we want to continue to add interesting (and slightly unusual) seasons and properties to the game in the future.Several players let us know that they liked the seasons themes more, which directly increased the performance of the characters, rather than forcing them to focus on the environment. If you agree with this opinion, then you will surely enjoy Season of the Forbidden Archives. We can’t wait to see how he affects the game in Season 20 for ourselves.
- Throughout Season 20, legendary modifiers for weapons, armor, or jewelry will be available for all slots in Kanai’s cube.
- Players who complete the Season Journey completely will receive two new rewards: a new portrait frame and a pet.
- Developer Comment: We are not yet completely sure that after this change, Crusaders are on a par with other classes in terms of efficiency. In Patch 2.6.8 and beyond, we will continue to closely monitor the overall performance of Crusaders and other classes.
- Rage of Heaven
- It is no longer possible to interrupt the animation of the skill with the Heavenly Fires rune.
Spectral Flurry (Phantasm Rune)
Each cycle of periodic damage done by the Phantom Flurry skill with the Phantasm rune now deals twice as much damage, but the intervals between them are doubled.
- Developer Comment: We reverted this change when moving from the PTR to the main game due to various issues.If we deem such a change necessary in the future, we will consider bringing it back into the game.
- Developer Comment: In update 2.6.8 we will add as many as three new class sets, similar in purpose to the sets from the last update. Each set is primarily designed to improve the performance of the skills and playstyles that players have been asking for a long time.The requests to improve the performance of Frenzy, Spectral Flurry, and Hydra have given us an excuse to experiment with elements of game mechanics, and we can’t wait to see how players take advantage of the new features. We’ve also prepared additional skill-related changes to Legendary items to complement the corresponding progression options.
- Mantle of Support
- The bonus from this item now takes effect after 1 second. after starting to maintain the skill.
- New class set: Ninety Furious
- 2-Piece Bonus: Doubles the effectiveness of all shouts. Enemies under the effects of fear, freeze, or stun take double damage.
- Developer Comment: We agree that stun effects do work best with this set, but we didn’t want to deprive players of the opportunity to try development options that use fear or freeze effects as well.We hope that this innovation will give the barbarians a lot of room to experiment!
- (4) Set Bonus: Each Frenzy effect on a Hero reduces all damage taken by 6%. The duration of the effect of “Frenzy” is doubled.
- Six-Piece Bonus: Frenzy increases 1000% damage per stack.
- 2-Piece Bonus: Doubles the effectiveness of all shouts. Enemies under the effects of fear, freeze, or stun take double damage.
- Recognized Hero
- The skill Frenzy uses all runes at the same time and deals 300-400% more damage.
- Honor of the Bastion
- The effect of the Frenzy skill now stacks up to 10 times, and for each applied effect this skill deals an additional hit. Each additional hit sequentially hits enemies within 15 yards, and the damage received is split between them.
- New class set: Ninety Furious
- New class set: Mundunugu Vestments
- 2-Piece Bonus: Fetishes summoned by Big Scary Voodoo now follow and double their lifetime.
- (4) Set Bonus: Damage taken reduced by 60% for 30 seconds. after the transition to the spirit world.
- (6) Set Bonus: Spectral Flurry damage increased by 20000%. It also grants a percentage bonus to damage equal to your mana regen per second multiplied by 5.
- DEVELOPER COMMENT: We found this set to be overpowered when using the strongest development options, but we would also like to keep its power in the early stages of gear gathering.To achieve this goal, we have added a base multiplier and reduced the benefit gained from mana regen.
- Spectral Flurry no longer deals direct damage to the target. Instead, it saturates the opponent with potential damage. When the sorcerer stops channeling, the target explodes, dealing
225-250%400-500% of accumulated damage to all enemies within 15 yards.
- This weapon is now a Ceremonial Knife with a base attack speed of 1.4.
- Spectral Flurry no longer deals direct damage to the target. Instead, it saturates the opponent with potential damage. When the sorcerer stops channeling, the target explodes, dealing
- Death Gaze
- The Phantom Flurry skill gains the effect of the Phantasm rune. Each effect of the Phantasm rune lasts twice as long, increases the damage done by Spectral Flurry by
40-50%100-150%, and also increases the attack speed of the ghosts summoned by the Manitou rune.
- The Phantom Flurry skill gains the effect of the Phantasm rune. Each effect of the Phantasm rune lasts twice as long, increases the damage done by Spectral Flurry by
- Ring of the Void
- This hero deals 250-300% more damage to enemies who are
at the same timeunder the effect of Vengeful Spirit andor Locust Swarm.
- This hero deals 250-300% more damage to enemies who are
- New class set: Mundunugu Vestments
- New class item set: Robes of Typhon
- 2-Piece Bonus: Hydra’s lifetime is doubled, and Multi-Headed Hydras gain two more heads.
- 4-Piece Bonus: Damage taken is reduced by 8% for each hydra head alive while the hydra has at least one head. Each time the sorcerer takes damage, one hydra head dies.Hydra heads can die no more than once every 2 sec.
- 6-Piece Bonus: Hydras deal
1200%1300% more damage per head alive.
- Developer Comment: We decided to move the bonuses for the Hydra skill more from individual Legendary items to the six-piece set bonus.
- Serpentine Rod
- The hero can simultaneously summon two hydras, which deal
450-600%250-300% more damage.
- The hero can simultaneously summon two hydras, which deal
Ice HydraAll Hydras periodically cast Ice Nova and deal 450-600%250-300% more damage.
- Engraved Sign
- The bonus from this item now takes effect after 1 second. after starting to maintain the skill.
- Death Wish
- The bonus from this item now takes effect after 1 second.after starting to maintain the skill.
- New class item set: Robes of Typhon
- Fixed several issues related to adding or removing players from a group, as well as creating a new game in a group.
- Captain Crimson’s Clothes
- Fixed an issue that prevented the Set Bonus damage reduction from using the Devour skill with the Gluttony rune.
- Fixed an issue whereby the Threatening Shout skill with the Grim Harvest rune would not trigger if the Ninety Furious set bonus was active.
- Fixed a typo in the description of several items from the Aegis of Valor set.
- Fixed an issue that prevented the lightning from Heaven’s Hand with the Divine Well rune from hitting enemies.
- Demon Hunter
- Fixed an issue that prevented Demon Hunters from acquiring the Ying-Giom weapon.
- Fixed an issue that caused Arcane Torrent to take too much damage multiplier from Etched Mark and Death Wish items
- Fixed a bug that caused a Hydra summoned with the Ice Hydra rune to receive an increase in damage from the attack speed of its owner instead of an increase in attack speed; now hydras with this rune receive the same attack speed bonus as hydras with all other runes.
- Only on PTR
- Note: the described problems were encountered only on the PTR, but for the sake of clarity, we will indicate them here so that it is clear how these mechanics should function on the main servers.
- Fixed an issue that prevented the Honor of the Bastion weapon from gaining the damage bonus from the Ring of the Elements.
- Fixed a bug that prevented the fetish summoned by the Great Scary Voodoo skill from moving to another zone with its owner when using the two-piece bonus from the new set.
- Fixed a bug that prevented hydras from attacking immediately after being summoned.
Questions and Answers
Q: When does Season 20 start?
A: In North America, Season 20 will begin on March 14th at 3:00 AM UTC, in Europe on March 13th at 10:00 AM UTC, and in Asia on March 13th at 11:00 AM UTC. You can compare the start time of the season on this website.
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A: We are no longer disclosing estimated end dates for seasons, but will still try to limit seasons to three months (within a couple of weeks depending on developer needs). As before, we will announce the end of the season at least two weeks before the end of the season.
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P: Off-season leaderboards are associated with so-called “eras”, each of which lasts from 6 to 12 months. The current era began on November 12th. The next era will begin with the release of Update 2.6.8. You can learn more about the eras in this article.
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We will not delete the Season Leaderboards. Their data can be viewed both in the game and on our website.
Note: The ability to comment on all Diablo articles has been disabled. This is a requirement of the General Data Protection Regulation for the transfer of website data.We apologize for the inconvenience and encourage players to participate in the forum discussion ! 90,000 Bizarre Alien Invasion Films
The film is based on a very mischievous idea. As if aliens on Earth have been a dime a dozen for a long time, but among them there are very dubious individuals who are looked after by the secret earthly police, People in Black. They wear black suits and erase the memory of all people who witnessed their work, and their work is thankless: they save the planet.And even the whole universe. The film has survived two sequels and remains a world famous brand.
Once, earthlings have already repelled an alien attack. It was a long time ago and has already become a legend. Now the second wave is being prepared, and the earthlings are urgently training new warriors – from childhood, at a special base in space. But none of these children know what kind of battle awaits them, or even what the aliens look like. Serious discoveries await them.
Let’s not forget that this film is also about aliens. It begins with the fact that an alien in the form of a black obelisk breathes the mind into ape-like earthlings. To meet with them a little later and under different circumstances. Perhaps repay the debt. Or start a new era – one can only guess about it.
For those for whom Peter Jackson began with The Lord of the Rings and King Kong, it will be hard to believe that this film was directed by the same person.But this is his debut, which also got to the Cannes Film Festival for its radicalism and immediately brought the author international fame. The heroes stuff the brains that have fallen out during the fall into their heads and run on. And among them you can recognize Jackson himself, who did not play a cameo, as in future films.
The aliens played a cruel joke with the earthlings: they offered an arbitrarily chosen homosapiens the opportunity to fulfill all their desires in order to see if our planet was worth existing.And the loafer did everything to screw up his mission, so the Earth finally came to a complete and final end.
The aliens arrived in the form of the heroes of the arcade machines of the 80s: the snake, Pacman … They play each game with the earthlings in turn (living people become victims), and it is clear that if the earthlings lose these games, then the earth is over. One of the weirdest and most risky projects, which the public was skeptical about.
It is not known how Edward Wood would have reacted to the fact that, many years after his death, this film remains known as one of the worst motion pictures in the world. Filmed on the knee, cheerful, almost budget-free, it looks like a holiday of the best friends who come together to remember their favorite films. Although in Tim Burton’s Ed Wood, Plan 9 looks much more profitable than it actually was.
To make a film about aliens and not really show them – only a very brave person could dare to do this, even a cannibal shark in the teeth.Steven Spielberg told the story not about “them”, but about “us”, about our dreams, about our belief in miracles, about our willingness to change for the sake of something high and, perhaps, unattainable.
One of the greatest alien films in film history, a piece of humanistic science fiction. It all starts with the fact that a messenger from other worlds arrives on Earth with an ultimatum: either the earthlings curtail nuclear tests and stop destroying the planet, or the space powers will take preventive measures.The alien is immediately shot down, and he, instead of immediately taking revenge, decides to figure out whether it is worth sparing humanity.
Howard lives on another planet, the same as the Earth, only it is inhabited by anthropoid ducks. They also watch TV, they also eat popcorn, they also cheer each other on. But by the will of Fate, Howard is on Earth. He is in a panic: everyone around is bald and scary, and he suddenly turned for everyone into an alien, an alien.We urgently need to do something, and at the same time make friends with a pretty human female.
When in 2013 in Biryulyovo crowds of Muscovites smashed a vegetable base, two young producers decided to come up with a scenario about it. Just replace the newcomers with aliens. Then they persuaded Fyodor Bondarchuk to shoot this film, and he agreed, telling himself that he was shooting a small film about love. Just for IMAX. It was from these two starting points that one of the most ambitious projects of contemporary Russian cinema began.
Steven Spielberg has revolutionized the concept of aliens in cinema. Because his alien is a child, accidentally forgotten on the planet by “adult” relatives. Having met the little boy Eliot, the alien sets the first precedent for interplanetary friendship. She is childishly simple and pure, which she probably should be. It is unlikely that mankind fully embraced this idea, but the film was for many years the absolute leader of the world film distribution.
Inspired by old alien postcards, Tim Burton has created the most eccentric film of his career. He recruited a huge ensemble of superstars and “killed” almost all of them on the screen, because, contrary to canon, the Martians turned out to be more insidious and cruel than one might expect. Their wild sense of humor and fiery weapons turned out to be unacceptable for the general audience, the film at the box office did not live up to the expectations of the producers, giving way to a simpler and more understandable “Independence Day”.
Most of all it looks like Groundhog Day, only with the participation of aliens. Every time Major William Cage moves into battle against aliens, every time he dies, but he seems to be thrown back so that he can try again and correct all possible mistakes. Tom Cruise doesn’t have Bill Murray’s comic talent, but he tries to match.
One of the most stylish alien films. The distant future, at a height of hundreds of meters, a married couple lives in a luxurious futuristic apartment. The main job of her husband is to inspect the perimeter of a huge zone, eliminating threats, with which he copes well. Until he has a chance to somewhat change the picture of the world, and at the same time reconsider his family relations.
Aliens are “octopuses” who came to teach people to deal with themselves.And if those do not succeed, then the planet will have to be destroyed. The film is dedicated to the painful search for contact, and the main character begins to visit strange visions of her tragic future. That does not prevent her from persistently studying the language of aliens, trying to assimilate their logic and picture of the world.
The unusualness is already explained in the title. Mixing Westerns with science fiction isn’t all that new, just remember Back to the Future 3.But to show how cowboys deal with “strangers” is already a provocation, for the sake of which Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford can be involved.
We got so used to them that we had already forgotten what a strange idea was at the heart of the plot. That two warring clans of giant robots, capable of taking any form, are at war in the vastness of the Universe, and the Earth has become just another springboard. Here, fortunately for one of the clans, there were extremely quick-witted natives, who became strong allies for the robots.
Neil Blomkamp’s sensational feature debut is about aliens who became refugees. Their ship hovering over South Africa inspires terror to the locals and the entire world community, but only a few can assume that the aliens are not preparing to wipe out humanity from the face of the Earth. Here, aliens are a metaphor – the attitude that they have to endure reminds of xenophobia towards national minorities.Their only misfortune is that they are different.
“Chick” Corea / Chick Corea, biography, best records, upcoming concerts, photos and videos, website, Royal, Fusion
The real name of the outstanding composer and performer is Armando Anthony “Chick” Corea. He was born in Chelsea, Massachusetts in the summer of 1941 to Italian immigrants who lived in a traditional town for that time in the neighborhood of immigrants from Russia and Eastern Europe.Chika’s father is a shoemaker who enjoys jazz in his free time. It was he who began to teach his son music, as soon as he was 4 years old. By the way, all 13 children in this family had an ear for music and knew how to play one or another instrument. Armondo Anthony himself mastered the art of playing the piano, drums, percussion, trumpet.
Chick gains a more thorough musical experience playing in the orchestras of Mongo Santamaria, Willie Bobo (1962-63), with Blue Mitchell (1964-66), Herbie Mann and Stan Getz.As the leader of his own band, in 1966 he recorded the album “Tones for Joan’s Bones”. A couple of years later, the disc “Now He Sings, Now He Sobs”, recorded in a trio with Miroslav Vitus and Roy Hens, was released. Today these compositions belong to the world jazz classics. A short period of cooperation with Sarah Vaughn gave way to fruitful work (1968-70) with the Miles Davis Orchestra, where Corea replaced Hancock. At this time, such well-known projects as “Filles de Kilimanjaro”, “In s Silent Way”, “Bitches Brew” were created.
Immediately after leaving Davis, the talented musician changes his passion and begins to perform avant-garde acoustic jazz with the band “Circle”, where he was invited by Anthony Braxton, Dave Holland and Bury Eltluch. But at the end of 1971 “Chick” again changed direction: at first he briefly collaborated with Stan Getz, and then created his own team “Return to Forever”. The group included Stanley Clarke, Joe Farrell, Flora Purim, who made her debut in the Brazilian jazz tradition.Over the next year, Corea and his musicians tried to perform exceptionally high-energy fusion. I must say that by that time (1974), rock and electronic sound reigned in the world, but even under them jazz improvisations were easily guessed.
For these and other creative throwings, inconsistency, music critics did not favor Corea. According to them, he most often changed styles, directions, instruments, trying to combine the incompatible, speaking in the same evening with parallel programs.To date, the composer has more than 70 various albums recorded in collaboration with such musicians as Dizzy Gillespie, Lionel Hampton, Bobby McFerrin, Bella Fleck and others. Since 1992 “Chick” owns the record company “Stretch Records” and the studio “Mad Hatter” in Los Angeles, generating a good income. But the calm “well-fed” life did not deprive him of his love for adventurism and the thirst to create something new, the desire to amaze listeners and critics. He possesses encyclopedic knowledge, knows how to apply his many talents in various fields.During his career (data for 2015), the musician was nominated for Grammy thirty-three times and this most prestigious American award 22 times, and also twice won the Latin Grammy Awards.
Korya visited the USSR in the 80s, while his visits were dictated not only by the desire to give concerts, but to get to know real life in the Soviet Union up close. In 2001 he returned again to perform in the Great Hall of the Conservatory, to raise money for the renovation of this room with unique acoustics.In 2007 he gave a concert at the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall, where he performed with Bella Fleko (banjo), and four years later “Chick” played with Harry Burton (vibraphone) in the Svetlanov Hall of the International House of Music.
Chick Korea 75 years old // Essay by Mikhail Alperin
Chick inspired more than one generation of musicians to search for their own voice, in this world of imitation. I was one of those who immediately fell in love with his “voice”.
“Children song” solo piano album, I still think, is a unique example of the fusion of improvisational music and composer’s thought.
I even wrote, once many years ago, a parody of Nikolai Levinovsky, called “Latin American Birches or a Letter to Mom Chick Korea”
Yes, I was a fighter for my own original voice in Moscow, where everything that was domestic in those years was exotic, and the pseudo-American jazz of Kozlov and Levinovsky was perceived as a “firm”, like jeans and Coca Cola.
At that time, my own path was just beginning, but an inner voice protested against counterfeiting in any area of life, and so I think now.
Chik Korea surprised me with his talent at first, and I lost interest in him quickly enough because he did not evolve as a musician over the years, but on the contrary
has succumbed to the American mentality to entertain, and no more. He is for all of us an example of how the music market absorbs talent, and the dollar becomes a religion.
Only a few can disagree with the society.
I am one of the minority.
The audience and the history of music always remember not the success of the musicians, but the message that each artist must convey through sounds in his own way with sounds or words.
Music is not entertainment, but a healing tool for the spiritual education of a person.
A person needs healing and transmeditative immersion in sound, for a constant experience of communication with the subtle worlds.
When a musician like the great Chick Korea aims at entertainment and dance, as the only means of rest after the hard work of a “common man”, I want to ask Chick, are you sure that everyone is so tired after work that you are only ready to dance to the sounds Latin American jazz?
You obviously do not underestimate the public, as well as yourself, I think.
Chick is sure that we are musicians in this “difficult world” are called upon to distract a person from sad thoughts.
See how the master thinks primitively?
This is the old school of division into serious and frivolous art should soon disappear.
Without awareness of these processes by each person individually, it will not be easy to do this.
With love for the seekers.
Discography Chica Corea (for 2016)
As leader or co-leader:
- Tones for Joan’s Bones (1966)
- Bliss! (1968), first released as Turkish Women at the Bath (1967) under Pete La Roca’s name
- Now He Sings, Now He Sobs (1968)
- Is (1969)
- Sundance (1969)
- The Song of Singing (1970)
- Circulus (1970)
- A.R.C. (1971)
- Paris Concert (1971)
- Piano Improvisations Vol. 1 (1971)
- Piano Improvisations Vol. 2 (1972)
- Return to Forever (1972, ECM)
- Inner Space (1972)
- Crystal Silence (1973, with Gary Burton)
- Chick Corea (1975)
- The Leprechaun (1976)
- My Spanish Heart (1976)
- The Mad Hatter (1978)
- An Evening with Herbie Hancock & Chick Corea: In Concert (1978)
- Secret Agent (1978)
- Friends (1978)
- Delphi I (1979)
- CoreaHancock (1979)
- Duet (1979, with Gary Burton)
- Chick Corea & Lionel Hampton in Concert (1980, with Lionel Hampton)
- In Concert, Zürich, October 28, 1979 (1980, with Gary Burton)
- Delphi II & III (1980)
- Tap Step (1980)
- Greatest Hits of 1790 (1980, with Philharmonia Virtuosi of New York, conducted by Richard Kapp.Featured piano soloist on Mozart: “Elvira Madigan” and Beethoven: “Für Elise”)
- Live in Montreux (1981)
- Three Quartets (1981)
- Trio Music (1981)
- Touchstone (1982)
- Lyric Suite for Sextet (1982, with Gary Burton)
- Again and Again (1983)
- On Two Pianos (1983, with Nicolas Economou)
- The Meeting (1983, with Friedrich Gulda)
- Children’s Songs (1984)
- Fantasy for Two Pianos with Friedrich Gulda (1984)
- Voyage – with Steve Kujala (1984)
- Septet (1985)
- The Chick Corea Elektric Band (1986)
- Light Years (1987, with Elektric Band)
- Trio Music Live in Europe (1987)
- Summer Night – live (1987, with Akoustic Band)
- Chick Corea Featuring Lionel Hampton (1988)
- Eye of the Beholder (1988, with Elektric Band)
- Chick Corea Akoustic Band (1989)
- Happy Anniversary, Charlie Brown (1989)
- Inside Out (1990, with Elektric Band)
- Beneath the Mask (1991, with Elektric Band)
- Alive (1991, with Akoustic Band)
- Play (1992, with Bobby McFerrin)
- Elektric Band II: Paint the World (1993)
- Seabreeze (1993)
- Expressions (1993)
- Time Warp (1995)
- The Mozart Sessions (1996, with Bobby McFerrin)
- Live from Elario’s (First Gig) (1996, with Elektric Band)
- Live from Blue Note Tokyo (1996)
- Live from the Country Club (1996)
- From Nothing (1996)
- Remembering Bud Powell (1997)
- Native Sense – The New Duets (1997, with Gary Burton)
- Live at the Blue Note (1998, with Origin)
- A Week at the Blue Note (1998, with Origin)
- Like Minds (1998, with Gary Burton, Pat Metheny, Roy Haynes, Dave Holland)
- Change (1999, with Origin)
- Corea Concerto – Spain for Sextet & Orchestra – Piano Concerto No.1 (1999, with Origin)
- Corea Concerto (1999)
- Solo Piano – Originals (2000)
- Solo Piano – Standards (2000)
- New Trio: Past, Present & Futures (2001)
- Rendezvous in New York (2003)
- To the Stars (2004, with Elektric Band)
- Rhumba Flamenco (2005)
- The Ultimate Adventure (2006)
- Super Trio (2006, with Steve Gadd and Christian McBride)
- The Enchantment (2007, with Béla Fleck)
- 5trios – 1.Dr. Joe (2007, with Antonio Sanchez, John Patitucci)
- 5trios – 2. From Miles (2007, with Eddie Gómez, Jack DeJohnette)
- 5trios – 3. Chillin ‘in Chelan (2007, with Christian McBride, Jeff Ballard)
- 5trios – 4. The Boston Three Party (2007, with Eddie Gomez, Airto Moreira)
- 5trios – 5. Brooklyn, Paris to Clearwater (2007, with Hadrien Feraud, Richie Barshay)
- The New Crystal Silence (2008, with Gary Burton)
- Five Peace Band Live (2009, with John McLaughlin)
- Duet (2009, with Hiromi Uehara)
- Orvieto (ECM, 2011) with Stefano Bollani
- Forever (2011)
- Further Explorations (2012) with Eddie Gomez and Paul Motian
- Hot House (2012) with Gary Burton
- The Vigil (2013) with Hadrien Feraud, Marcus Gilmore, Tim Garland and Charles Altura
- Trilogy (2013) (Universal, 3CD live)
- Solo Piano – Portraits (2014)
- Two (with Béla Fleck) (2015)
- Circling In (1970)
- Circulus (1970)
- Circle 1: Live in Germany Concert (1970)
- Paris Concert (1971)
- Circle 2: Gathering (1971)
With Return to Forever
- Return to Forever (1972)
- Light as a Feather (1972)
- Hymn of the Seventh Galaxy (1973)
- Where Have I Known You Before (1974)
- No Mystery (1975)
- Romantic Warrior (1976)
- Musicmagic (1977)
- Live (1977)
- Return to Forever – Returns (2009)
- Return to Forever Returns: Live at Montreux (DVD) (2009)
- The Mothership Returns (2012) with Jean-Luc Ponty
With Anthony Braxton
- The Complete Braxton 1971 (Freedom, 1977)
With Marion Brown
- Afternoon of a Georgia Faun (ECM, 1970)
With Donald Byrd
- The Creeper (Blue Note, 1967)
With Stanley Clarke
- Children of Forever (Polydor, 1973)
- Journey to Love (Nemperor Records, 1975)
- Rocks, Pebbles and Sand (Epic, 1980)
With Larry Coryell
Spaces (Vanguard, 1970)
With Miles Davis
- Water Babies (Columbia 1976, recorded 1967-68)
- Filles de Kilimanjaro (Columbia, 1969)
- In a Silent Way (Columbia, 1969)
- Live in Europe 1969: The Bootleg Series Vol.2 (Columbia Legacy released 2013)
- Bitches Brew (Columbia, 1970)
- A Tribute to Jack Johnson (Columbia, 1970)
- Black Beauty: Live at the Fillmore West (Columbia, 1977, recorded 1970)
- Miles Davis at Fillmore: Live at the Fillmore East (Columbia, 1970)
- Miles at the Fillmore – Miles Davis 1970: The Bootleg Series Vol. 3 (Columbia Legacy released 2014)
- Circle in the Round (Columbia, 1979, recorded 1955-70)
- Live-Evil (Columbia, 1971)
- On the Corner (Columbia, 1972)
- Big Fun (Columbia, 1974)
With Richard Davis
- The Philosophy of the Spiritual (Cobblestone, 1971)
With Joe Farrell
- Joe Farrell Quartet (1970)
- Outback (CTI, 1971)
- Skate Board Park (1979)
With Stan Getz
- Sweet Rain (Verve, 1969)
- Captain Marvel (Verve, 1972)
With Herbie Hancock
- Gershwin’s World (Verve, 1998)
With Joe Henderson
- Relaxin ‘at Camarillo (Contemporary, 1979)
- Mirror Mirror (Pausa, 1980)
- Big Band (Verve, 1996)
With Elvin Jones
- Merry-Go-Round (1971)
With Chaka Khan
- Echoes of an Era (1982)
With Eric Kloss
- To Hear Is to See! (Prestige, 1969)
- Consciousness! (Prestige, 1970)
With Rolf Kühn
- Going to the Rainbow (1971)
With Pete La Roca
- Turkish Women at the Bath (1967), reissued under Corea’s name as Bliss (1973)
With Hubert Laws
- The Laws of Jazz (Atlantic, 1964)
- Flute By-Laws (Atlantic, 1966)
- Laws’ Cause (Atlantic, 1968)
- Wild Flower (Atlantic, 1972)
With Herbie Mann
- Herbie Mann Plays The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd (Atlantic, 1965)
- Monday Night at the Village Gate (Atlantic, 1965 )
- Latin Mann (Columbia, 1965)
- Standing Ovation at Newport (Atlantic, 1965)
With Blue Mitchell
- The Thing to Do (1964)
- Down with It! (Blue Note, 1965)
- Boss Horn (Blue Note, 1966)
With Tete Montoliu
- Lunch in L.A. (Contemporary, 1980)
With Airto Moreira
With Dave Pike
- Manhattan Latin (Decca, 1964)
With Wayne Shorter
- Moto Grosso Feio (Blue Note, 1970)
With Sonny Stitt
- Stitt Goes Latin (Roost, 1963)
With John Surman
- Conflagration (Dawn, 1971)
With Gábor Szabó
- Femme Fatale (Pepita, 1979)
With Cal Tjader
- Soul Burst (Verve, 1966)
With Miroslav Vitous
- Universal Syncopations (ECM, 2003)
With Sadao Watanabe
- 1976: Chick Corea / Herbie Hancock / Keith Jarret / McCoy Tyner (Atlantic)
- 1987: Chick Corea Compact Jazz (Polydor)
- 1993: Best of Chick Corea (Blue Note)
- 2002: Selected Recordings (ECM)
- 2002: The Complete “Is” Sessions (Blue Note)
- 2004: Very Best of Chick Corea (Universal)
- 2007: Herbie Mann-Chick Corea: The Complete Latin Band Sessions
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90,000 An experienced beekeeper gave advice on what to do if a neighbor has an apiary – Rossiyskaya Gazeta
Summer residents near Moscow have a new trend – mini-apiaries on the site.Many people want to feast on honey of their own production, especially since a pair of beehives in the country does not require fabulous costs and special talents. However, starting a dacha apiary, few people think that the bees may not like the neighbors, and the neighbors, most likely, will not like the bees. What will happen then, “RG” was told by Nadezhda Stavnyuk, a summer resident from Sergiev Posad.
Not painted on them
“The neighbor brought bees last summer. He put three hives right next to the fence. But then I was still working, I came to the dacha only on weekends and did not come across much with bees.In February I retired, and here I went into self-isolation, so I went to live in a dacha. And I have been bitten four times already, “- Nadezhda Nikolaevna shares her soreness. Moreover, she claims that the last time she was attacked by not one, but three bees at once. The neighbor, to whom the pensioner immediately went for satisfaction, did not understand:” Where am I I know which bees bit you – mine or strangers? They are not painted on. “
” And what should I do now? – Stavnyuk asks for advice. – I already went to the chairman of SNT, I wrote a statement.There was a meeting where a neighbor said he had removed the bees. But you can’t check – he won’t let anyone over the fence. And I still see them on my site. The daughter says: what if next time not three, but 33 bees attack? You will have anaphylactic shock, and no ambulance will be in time. Advises me to sue my neighbor. But I still hope to negotiate peacefully. We live next door … “By the way, lawsuits over bees, poultry, pigs and other animals that summer residents keep without taking into account the interests of neighbors are by no means uncommon.This year alone, the Moscow Regional Court has already considered more than 20 such cases.
Law – written
The charter of summer residents of the Moscow region regarding bees says the following: their content should be determined by the general meeting of SNT and reflected in the charter of the partnership. That is, each SNT decides on its own whether to allow its members to keep bees or not. Nadezhda Stavnyuk claims that bees are prohibited in the charter of her SNT. But the charter is, by and large, not a law, but only a set of rules that the members of the partnership have agreed to adhere to.In other words, for violation of the charter, a summer resident can be excluded from SNT, but not brought to justice in court. What do the lawyers say?
“You need to contact the Rosselkhoznadzor administration in Moscow, the Moscow and Tula regions. And ask to check the veterinary and sanitary rules for keeping bees. These rules are approved by order of the Ministry of Agriculture of the Russian Federation No. 194 of 05/19/2016,” explains lawyer Elena Bogacheva. And there, in particular, it is said that hives in summer cottages should be located at least three meters from the border of a neighboring plot or without taking into account the boundaries, but then the plots must be separated from each other by a solid fence at least two meters high.And the entrances – these are the “doors” of the hives – should look at the middle of the beekeeper’s area. In addition, the hives cannot be located in the sun, because when overheated, the bees begin to behave inadequately, here it is not far before the attack on people. That is, you need to place the hives so that a shadow falls on them. The presence of all these conditions must be checked by the specialists of the Rosselkhoznadzor, and if something is missing, it is considered a violation of the law. And it threatens not with a recommendation, but with the obligation to eliminate violations or dismantle the hives.
In order not to quarrel with neighbors, sometimes you just need to turn the hive in the other direction
“And there is also Article 304 of the Civil Code of the Russian Federation, which provides the owner with protection from the actions of the owner of a neighboring land plot,” Bogacheva continues. “In this case, the court has the right to prohibit to the defendant to perform certain actions and to oblige him to eliminate the consequences of the violation of the rights of the plaintiff. ” Nadezhda Stavnyuk has the right to go to court with a claim to remove obstacles to the use of her own property – a land plot.And she cannot fully use it if neighbor bees bite her on the site. The court needs to ask for a decision to dismantle the dacha apiary. “There is positive judicial practice on these issues,” the lawyer says.
Get out of the way
But the trial is a long matter. “RG” asked experienced beekeepers: is it possible, while the proceedings are underway – or better, even before them – to somehow learn to peacefully coexist with the neighboring bees?
“Bees are very calm insects, they are not very interested in people, and if they have the opportunity not to attack, they will not attack, because, having stung, the bee dies,” says a beekeeper with 20 years of experience from Volokolamsk, Denis Novichkov.“Moreover, in the areas adjacent to the dacha apiary, the yields will always be better, because bees are very hardworking pollinators.” True, there are periods when insects react aggressively to harsh artificial odors, for example, to perfume, but it is difficult to imagine anyone then at the dacha in the morning or in the afternoon he poured perfume on himself. And in the evening, even cover yourself all over – the bees still sit in the hives.
“If a swarm of bees flies at you in broad daylight, which is extremely rare – yes, almost never! – no need to shout and wave your arms.Just step aside, Novichev continues. – The flying swarm cannot bite, because the newly established bees are a new family, and they are flying in search of a new home. And since the house is unknown where, the bees fly out with a belly full of honey. Because of this, they physiologically cannot sting. The swarm at this time can be taken with bare hands, it is not dangerous. “
However, according to the beekeeper, insects can still attack people as much as they can. And this happens if you are standing on their runway. hives can be approached calmly, but not from the side of the entrance.
“Sometimes all that is needed to extinguish a neighbor’s conflict is to turn the tap hole in the other direction. It’s not for nothing that the law says that it should be directed to the center of the owner’s plot,” adds Denis. And it turns out that the requirement for a two-meter fence also makes sense. Bees don’t fly randomly. And they try to avoid unnecessary movements. Therefore, they make their way home along the easiest straight line. If between them and the hive there is a fence with a height of, for example, 2.5 meters, they will fly at this height, diving down directly in front of the entrance.Thus, they will not meet people. And, as Novichkov says, an experienced owner can solve the problem with neighbors without building up a fence, but simply by raising the hives, for example, to the attic. Then there will be no people on the path of the insects, and vice versa.
By the way
Honey is enough for everyone
The Moscow Region authorities decided to create the first breeding bee reproducer in the region. “It is being created to breed the most valuable populations of honeybee breeds,” said the Minister of Agriculture and Food of the region, Andrei Razin.According to him, the reproducer will be based on the Medved consumer cooperative, created by beekeepers from Yegoryevsk, Volokolamsk and Kolomna districts. The cooperative plans to have an apiary for 1.5 thousand beehives and produce 100 tons of honey per year. The project documentation is being prepared now.
Spoilers! – Games on DTF
In this ultimate longread, I will spoil the plots of nearly all game series. Games 1500 somewhere.
No fan of any fandom will leave not offended enough ahah.
Private detective Ed Carnby investigates all sorts of paranormal shit until his body is captured by Lucifer himself.Then, almost a century later, he smashes the floor of New York and arranges for a full-fledged reincarnation of the devil (or does not suit).
After a nuclear war, people fight a lot, pollute the atmosphere and move to underground cities. Further, in one storyline, with the help of a smart supercomputer, they still clear the surface and return there. And in the other they colonize Mars.And of course they are also fighting there. But anyway.
A world where two factions (Templars and Assassins) are racing to find artifacts of the extinct ancient Precursors race. At the same time, the Templars are trying to use artifacts for personal enrichment and control over the world, and the asassins – and not to touch them themselves and not to give to others. At the end, an evil ancient goddess named Juno crawls out and tries to be reborn for a long time, but she is slaughtered behind the scenes and now they approach another evil ancient goddess Alytia (or not, in fact, we have no idea what will be done with this Alytia, I bet that will score).
Atlanteans fight among themselves for artifacts, flood Atlantis, then move to another planet, build a gulag there for themselves, and even more then a stranger from our world arrives there and breaks this gulag. Meanwhile, in our world, groups of adventurers are running after artifacts left over from both Atlantis itself and from its sister city – Shambhala.
People completely pollute the surface of the Earth with radiation and move under water. There they build a race of evil killer robots, try to get it with orbital strikes, but as a result wake up a race of ancient evil killer octopuses. And then evil robots capture the minds of evil octopuses. And the planet, after orbital strikes, is torn to pieces. And then the final part of the game drains all this beauty into the toilet – it turns out that it is enough to send a party of five people to the octopuses and they will apologize, float away and everything will end by itself and it will be fine.
There is another fantasy world inside the fantasy world – the wrong side. It’s kind of like an inflatable ball. Mages launch a cataclysm on both houses, but already when almost everything and all this cataclysm has swallowed up, at the last second we can say other mages return everything as it was.
(Speech on both parts)
The postapochny city is controlled by a fascist computer, so you have to gouge it.Twice.
Andrew Ryan designs an underwater city where he breeds your liberal freedoms, just like in the dashing nineties. And, who would have thought, as a result, the local gangster oligarch Berezovsky (whose role is played by Frank Fontaine) floats upward, who beats Ryan, and then dies in a gangster shootout himself. The liberal revolution, as expected, is followed by the communist one, and the underwater city is trying to organize itself on a totalitarian basis.However, the collective cannot resist the power of the disgruntled individual, especially if that individual has a drill rig in the hands of an unchildish size. So the bloody regime subsides, and that’s the end. Meanwhile, in a parallel world, Ryan’s doppelganger Booker DeWitt (aka Zachary Comstock) is seriously moving his head on the basis of Baptism and now founds a flying city that floats in the air on the technology of parallel worlds. However, Comstock manages to smear the scientists (Lutes) who created the technology across the entire continuum, so that they (from one hundred and twenty-third attempts) turn his own daughter against Comstock, in such a way that in each version of reality she drowns daddy in a ritual fountain at the right moment, thus with all his counterparts in all endless worlds.Which she does. Well, more precisely, there are several Bookers still surviving, but no one cares.
The ancient race of Eridanus infiltrated Volts throughout the universe (and died out, packing a monster into one of those Volts). Further, in our time, a bunch of corporations and also free mercenaries run after these volts and open them. In the process, they still have a million cunning plans against each other.
The goddesses inhabit the world with dragons, they actively fight with each other, until the goddesses get tired of it and they do not cut almost all of them. The few remaining are called to another world (parallel) to restore order, and as a result they create a tyrannical technogenic empire / corporation. Finally, they themselves destroy it in order to open the passage to heaven.
We play as an adventurer who constantly finds himself on the path of various cults, preventing them from getting to the artifacts.Most often, he takes artifacts from the Templars. But sometimes Indian cultists are robbing, awakening the ancient god at their leisure.
Near future. There is a civil war in Russia, and both sides are actively using mercenaries, plus the United States is happily poking around there. The mercenaries know that it would be nice to expand the war, neutralize all the warheads of America, so that nothing happens, and provoke the third world war.As a result, Russia and the United States exchange strikes (not nuclear), then Russia occupies Europe, and the mercenaries, under the guise of still figuring out biological weapons. We run as part of Captain Price’s flying special forces detachment and catch the assholes, until we finally catch all the provocateurs and kill them. On this, the world returns.
(No battle royale part, and in my opinion I forgot about Cold War.Oh, well, don’t care.)
During the Cold War, Soviet General Dragovich captures the American spy Alex Mason and brainwashes him in the gulag so that he can escape to his own people and slam Kennedy there. The attempt is unsuccessful, Mason is stopped, and then he is tortured for a long time by the CIA, although they do not achieve anything worthwhile. Twenty years pass and Alex’s son, David Mason, has been chasing drug trafficker Alex Menendez for a long time and persistently (already thirty-five years), who is so cool that he even provokes the US war with China for a short time.True, David still catches up with him and scores. Another forty years pass. People create Skynet, and there is a story about how this Skynet captures the brains of an unnamed comatose special forces soldier. Apparently, before taking over the world.
The villain of all multiverse named Monty urges villainous scientists to create a company of fighters so tough that they are already tearing space and time, simultaneously wrapping the world into a time loop from which you can feed.(Don’t even think about how it works.) However, the tough fighters turn out to be so tough (suddenly) that they recruit doubles and commit massive suicide by disconnecting Monty from the Force. I know how it sounds, yes.
Kastyukha is divided into two universes. In the first, the Belmont warrior clan once in a hundred years knocks down Dracula (and he comes back to life once in a hundred years) from 1450 to 2036.As a result, Dracula settles in the soul of an ordinary Japanese schoolboy, and this schoolboy does not give a damn about that at all. It is more important for him to romance girls, and in some ways he can be understood. In the second universe, the world is being invaded by Lucifer. He is opposed by the Order of the Knights of Light. This order creates the toughest fighter on the planet – Dracula – who kicks Lucifer back to Hell. Then Dracula hangs out in the world for a while, until he becomes completely bored. Then he feigns his death for about ten centuries, waits until Lucifer has the courage to return to Earth, and then abruptly wakes up and cuts him out completely.
(I didn’t find a nice logo)
Shortly before our era, the Druids summon a Pain Elemental named Chzo to save them from the advancing Roman army.Chzo immediately drags the souls of the druids into the World of Pain, and he himself settles in the most devilish Devil’s hemp, begins to prepare a multi-stage ritual from there to open a stable bridge between the worlds and penetrate into the world of people (three stages of this ritual, for example, must be performed a second per second with a break at 192). He is assisted by a timeless personality called the “Overseer” and jumping across parallel worlds like Lutesy, adjusting events so that the ritual would take place exactly, because, as it turns out at the last moment, Chzo didn’t give up our world at all.He diligently opened the bridge, just to take one person to visit him. And making a Pain Elemental angry isn’t the smartest thing to do.
Two demon babies are born into a happy family. The father tries to fight their viciousness by building a special clock tower. Once the clock stops, evil takes over the house and there they lure three sisters from the orphanage to sacrifice.However, one of the sisters named Jennifer Maxwell turns out to be especially savvy and knocks down almost the whole family, and then escapes. True, a few years later she is found by the second devil’s twin, but she also beats him, and this time with a full-fledged session of exorcism and ground-hell reactive kicks. After that, rumors begin to circulate around the Maxwell family that they are cursed. This is used by her husband’s envious colleague, infecting the amulet of Alissa Maxwell (their daughter) with some nasty thing, from which all sorts of zombies and spirits come out there.However, Alissa, like her mother, turns out to be a cheerful girl – she understands what she had done, punishes all the guilty and burns in every sense. Then a few more years pass and it turns out that some kind of curse still hung, and Alissa removes this curse, running around the demon world and killing everyone who gets in the way there.
(Red Alert bonus)
In 1950, Einstein invents a time machine and flies into the past, where he kills Hitler.This leads to a rather intricate temporary bow, as a result of which travelers from an even later future beat Einstein themselves even before his first jump after Hitler. While dead, Einstein does not invent nuclear weapons, which provokes war between the USSR, the United States and China in the sixties. But this does not matter, because decades pass, the armies of the world are still uniting into a single alliance GDI (Global Defense Initiative). By 2030, they are opposed by the NOD Brotherhood, a religious and terrorist organization whose leader, Kane, wants to summon aliens to Earth (Screen) and pump their technologies.At the same time, the world is covered by the expensive mineral Tiberium, which is gradually transforming the population into mutants. Kane, on the other hand, by 2077 successfully implements his plan: he calls on aliens, builds his own mothership, gets Nodov on him and flies with them from a fucking country land to a bright future.
Scientists unearth an alien ship on an island in the Philippine Sea.The ship’s passengers are immediately awakened. They are brought down by special forces, but the ship manages to send a signal for help to its own. Three years later, our own people arrive. We bring them down, too, using special poisoned nanosuits, richly infused with alien chemicals. Twenty years later, it turns out that the alien womb was not filled up, but entrenched in the government. So we bring her down too. This is the end.
A world where the life of angels and demons is controlled by a special Council that does not allow fighting in front of people.Moreover, an army of Nephilim is born who want to slaughter people, so the Council itself (Nephilim) slaughters them, and takes the four strongest / last (horsemen of the apocalypse) into service. Here Lucifer Begins Sins In People. The Council decides that he does not like people in sins and it is necessary to cut them (people), accusing the Riders of this, and activates the Apocalypse. The riders understand that they were set up and go to the Council in war. We haven’t reached it yet.
The story of a flat world that regularly turns upside down, so that all inhabitants from it fall into the void, except for the citizens of the empire entrenched underground.Everything changes when a man from the surface named Bitro Badkin carries out full-scale work to evacuate humanity underground, and thus save everyone.
Relations between the inhabitants of the garbage planet Deponia and the paradise flying island of Elysium. Both those and others hate Deponia, the first try to escape from her, and the second – to destroy. Nobody achieves anything, all the idiots, a lot of seething shit, rewriting each other’s memories and driving each other crazy, and in the end the heroes still find a time machine and jump anywhere, so that the events finally lose their meaning.
(Bonus – Freespace)
There is a space war between humans and Vasudans. Then an overpowered race of Shivan appears, and everyone switches to beat her. And, which is typical, they score. Twice. Well, there is also the story of a freelance pilot who knocks money out of customers.
History of the gradual transformation of mankind. It tells in stages how the mass implantation of people begins, then how racial disagreements go between the implanted people and ordinary people, then how one of the overly implanted people (Jaycee Denton) becomes the God of the Machine ruling the world, and then how hundreds of varieties of local Masons are beating for him and shadow governments.
The war of demons took place, where the coolest demon was called Sparda. He left two half-demonic sons – Dante and Virgil. The brothers feud because Virgil wants to take over the world, and Dante wants pizza, and also so that Virgil does not take over the world (because then there will be no pizza). Virgil spends his free time trying to pump himself the strength of his father, and Dante suffers from garbage and cuts demons for the Lulz, hiding behind the sign of a detective agency (despite the fact that the detective is from him, like a ballerina from me).Well, even there every second horseradish tries to open the gates to the demon world and quickly rakes for it. In the end, the brothers get tired of dogging and they leave to bend Ad.
For a long time there were wars between angels, demons and nephilems. Over time, the Nephilems decayed and became human. Angels with demons then continued to fight on their own, until several especially creepy demonlords, even from Hell, set up an outpost in the human world, planning to take revenge on their fellows.Demons tried to land on Earth and finish off the assholes, but then they stumbled upon the resistance of people – who not only pumped, but also in some places reached right up to the super saiyans of the Nephile. These nephilems instantly ransacked everyone who poked their heads up and down, and then ran away to visit heaven and hell – and there they added to everyone they found, the corpses were doused and ran away to hand over the loot.
The supreme god created a fantasy world with a Greek-type pantheon – a bunch of bad assholes with super powers.He gave these guys to create races and everything else. They created races, but instantly fought, and then fought incessantly. All the foolishness of the pantheon is quickly caught by a demon named Uther, who provokes the gods to a new war in an attempt to become a demigod himself. The attempt fails, the gods slaughter Uther, it seems, without even really noticing, and continue to fight for one reason or another (hundreds of them). Then the angel Yseril comes, whom the supreme god left to monitor the situation. He realizes that the world is in shit and tries to destroy it, but in short it is also slaughtered.Then another guy tries to draw in the power of Yseril, but he also rakes. That’s how it happened here.
Stories of a multiverse, where hell and heaven are just two alien races. The first part of the game shows how they establish peaceful contact on one of the planets. The second tells about a villain who defeated everyone and retired, relaxed and there temporarily fell under the mind-control of local gnidogadoids.The third is about a hero who defeated all the villains and decided to raise new ones for himself (and they solved him as a result). The fourth is about a villain who decided to become good, from which the whole world under his control fell into shit. The fifth is about the war between the worlds of the multiverse.
Angels conquer space for billions of years until they learn about the existence of hell (from the player), sign a separate world with the demons and arrange a joint invasion of Earth (and for both of them – not the first).As a result, our hero pumped into shit cuts out both those and others, for you yourself understand.
Sabzh fights endlessly with aliens, and sometimes with a devilish scientist.
There is a fantasy continent, which is a battlefield of various gods (thousands) for people.Over time, the locals get bored with this, they create special dragon fires and put up a barrier that does not allow the gods to completely meddle in the impudent one. Further, the inhabitants organize an empire and live in it more or less peacefully. And in case of serious problems, they use the so-called “Elder Scrolls”, which always indicate who will pull them out of the next problems. All this continues decently for centuries, until another grandfather prince (read – God) extinguishes the lights. This is where hard times begin for the empire – it is being torn to pieces by the civil war (not for the first time), and in general everything is on the verge of collapse, plus dragons come to life.Fortunately, the next hero settles everything, and, apparently, aims further at the emperors in order to restore order and uzbagoit all those who objected. However, what will come of this – it is not yet clear for May 2021, we are waiting for news from Toda.
The Diabolical Military Corporation tortures a girl with superpowers in the laboratory, then rapes her and trains her children to become commanders of an army of telepathic super soldiers.However, the children save their mother, helping her to have a Cthulhu child herself, and then capture the world with the help of this baby (or do not capture it).
A collection of scattered stories in post-apocalyptic America. Most often about battles between factions, and the player can choose which one will win and there is no canon. Also, you almost always have to save different states from the invasion of super mutants and quite often from hellish supercomputers.
Yakuza buy comfortable conditions in hell from demons. Demons fight overcrowding by pushing zombies back to Earth. Prostitute agent shoots all of the above with interruptions in lesbian softporn.
A goddess named Cosmos is at war with the sorcerer Chaos, for which she comes up with worlds in which her champion heroes barrage villains – the creatures of Chaos.These worlds are her Final Fantasy. Typical stories – in FF1, 3-5, 7, 9, 11, Adventure, Mystic Quest, Unlimited we bring down evil magicians / monsters. In 4.9 parts, the evil magician / monster is also an alien. In 2, 6, 14, Granblue, Dimensions, Brave Exvius (and a little 9) – we destroy evil empires. In the seven – another evil corporation. In the eight – a sorceress who has a funny plan to “collapse time-space into a point.” In the top ten – an evil monster (the game is also famous for the fact that the heroine is stubbornly trying to die there).In FF12, the story of the civil war is stupid. In FF13 there is a whole community of destructive (and strange) “falsey” monsters, which must be killed, and then again to bring down the evil magician and finally help the local goddess for a long time to prepare the world for reconstruction. In FF14, the villains collect fourteen planets into one by thirteen genocide. In FF15, the gods screwed up taking the kings out of the test tube, they brought out hell knows what, now the whole world has to score. In Legend, collection of artifacts and evil sorcerers are mixed. Crystal Chronicles – sorcerers but in a hilarious post-apocalyptic fantasy.The Spirits Within is an evil general. Mobius – postmodern, where we bring down the narrator and the author of the game. In World of Final Fantasy, too, postmodernity and evil magicians drive the storytellers and authors of the game crazy. Finally, Dad of Light is about father-son relationship.
Two gloomy doctors rivet robots. One is quickly knocked down by these robots, and the other is sent to a coma by evil children, so he begins to build more robots to catch people and experiment on them.Mainly catches victims in pizzerias. Everything to get the son out of the coma. The souls of the killed are constantly absorbed into robots and for a long time they try to kill the doctor. In the end, he burns all the robots and burns himself, after which he penetrates the computer network with his spirit / consciousness, from it into the girl’s body and then creates a villainous cult of his own name.
(And Fade to Black, naturally.)
A scientist named Connor stops the alien invasion on the second try and then joins the resistance.
A scattered set of military conflicts in an alternative future, where humanoid combat tanks are actively used. At the same time, every second villain conducts experiments, trying to thrust people’s brains into these tanks.The remaining half of the villains in the old fashioned figure out weapons of mass destruction. They take all of them.
There is a war between people and underground monsters. People over and over again figure monsters with different bombs, but they only get pumped every time.
In the first two parts, the heroes bring down evil sorcerers.In Woodruff – the evil emperor. In the third goblins – the hero goes through a test (labyrinth) to stop the war between the two countries.
(+ Risen. It would be necessary to also drop Elex here too, for the jackpot)
In Gothic, the government sets up a prison surrounded by a force field.To get out of prison, the convicts wake up the sleeping god for a long time, then they are Uzbek for a long time, then at the same time they slaughter another sleeping god, then the main convict seizes the throne, and a demon possesses him himself, and the demon must also be killed. In rizen it is simpler: people wake up the titans in order to overwhelm the gods. Then they bring down the titans. Then the invasion of the undead.
A portal to the world of Xen is opened in the Black Mesa laboratory.Aliens come through the portal and take over the Earth. However, people raise a rebellion, demolish the occupation government, do not allow aliens to send a signal to their home planet and climb for some kind of uber-weapon on the Borealis ship. And all this (including the invasion) is a cunning plan of Ji-man.
Space races are fighting for the artifacts of the ancient extinct civilization of the Foranera.People win this war, but then robots begin to claim artifacts (the war with which in the series is not over yet). It is still being disclosed for whom these artifacts were originally created – roofing felts for people, roofing felts for robots, roofing felts for genetically modified people – Spartans.
There is a prophecy that the inhabitants of the planet Higara will destroy the empire.Then the Imperials move everyone from Higara to Karak, agreeing that they will never go into space. However, over the millennia the Higharans forget the past, grow into spaceships, find Higara and destroy the empire. Twice!
A man successfully conquered the world using an army of immortals, whom he controlled, regularly erasing their memory. He also subjected all inhabitants to amnesia, so that the planet collapsed in the Middle Ages.Then the truth, he himself, sat in prison decently, so as soon as he returned to the throne, he decided to get on a ship and dump. It was then that he was beaten.
Earthlings are gulags on the planet Helgast, at some point the prisoners are trying to beat out normal living conditions for themselves, but we (fighting on the side of the Earth) arrange genocide for them, slaughter their population on planets, resettle survivors in concentration camps and then extinguish all attempts from concentration camps escape.What are we good fellows, huh?
The series tells about the dynasty of kings, princes and princesses of the fantasy land of Daventry, about how they come to power, get married and have children. And in between they beat evil sorcerers.
The inhabitants of the magical world have been trying for a long time to get the Heart of this world.It all ended in an explosion, the world tore like a hot-water bottle into a bunch of pieces (Disney and fantasy ending). This did not change much – the local evil magician began to create an ultimatum weapon (key blade) in order to capture the Heart, and the patya of heroes began to put a spoke in his wheels. Well, in the final, the villain is killed.
Two gods, light and dark, agree to rule the world in turn.The first one is ruled by the light one, and when it is the turn to change, he makes amendments to the constitution and remains. The dark god does not like this, and then how many games there are in a row he sends different fantasy terminators to restore justice. And as a result, which is characteristic, it successfully restores, induces hell in the world, hordes of demons, everything as he (and you) loves (e). There is such beauty for 150 years.
In Langrisser, two planets fly up to each other once every two hundred years and magicians from one try (unsuccessfully) to seize the other by obtaining two artifact swords and playing states against each other.And so five times in a row with the same outcome (none). In Growlancer, evacuation of people from a dying world to a new one and then protecting this new one from villains. In Growlanser 4, a separate muddied up with a terminator that was sent back in time to prevent the invasion of demons. He copes, returns to the present, and then don’t tryndets anyway, so he’s frustrated trying to bang everyone himself until the player scores him.
The fantasy world of Nosgoth is ruled by the Hilden race, which obeys the Old God who springs from death and rebirth.Some of the Hilden do not want to die, they become immortal vampires, send God in the ass and build magical defensive columns to protect themselves from enemies. Next comes the centuries-old battle for these columns, which is especially difficult to understand, because the Ancient One has a habit of throwing random characters into a time machine and arranging temporary paradoxes with them. But as a result, everything comes to the fact that one of the vampires – Cain – gathers an army and goes to attack the god.
A forty-year-old virgin named Larry quickly finds love, marries, divorces the next morning, floats to a tropical island, frees the natives from the devil’s doctor (by accident), marries a native, divorces, marries a pianist, they fall out of play on the Sierra set and both get a job on a series of quests about themselves (during this period there is also a series of games about Larry’s nephew – who is also Larry, who is just playing the fool).Then the hero (?) Gets amnesia and then staggers around the ships, hotels and ships-hotels, trying to fuck everything that moves and eventually aliens take him to them. And then his clone crawls out of the test tube and begins to fight with Apple, destroying it twice (the second after the capture by the Chinese) having fucked both directors there, and remains to live with one on a tropical island.
A schoolgirl using a time machine: 1) I found out that her whole hometown is heavily addicted to drugs.2) Tied up several pedophiles. 3) Saved and then buried her best drug addict friend to save the world from a magical tornado (don’t even ask). 4) I thought for a long time, so she is more likely a brilliant Polaroid photographer or a dumb fool, and finally realized that she was closer to a dumb fool. And then the story of two children (one of whom knows how to telekinesis) who accidentally kill a police officer and then run long and hard across America, until finally one is killed, and the other is imprisoned. Really, it would be better to immediately sit down.
A certain world is divided into two parts – technogenic (Stark) and magic (Arcadia). Both parts are in a complex balance (see artifacts and rituals), and a party of villains on both sides tries to upset this balance, for which they genetically bring out a demigod girl named Zoe Castillo, who is prudently kept in a coma, no matter what happens. However, Zoe comes out of a coma, saves everyone and gives everyone their due.(More precisely, there is another story about another party, which is also trying to upset the balance and which is hammered by another girl – April Ryan – but don’t care.)
An evil corporation fights against good colonial bandits for control of the planet. Along the way, both of them are engaged in terraforming and cleaning up local aggressive animals.
Stories of three mafiosi: Tommy Angelo – who goes to success, then tries to jump off, surrenders everyone and for this gets a bullet in the back of the head.Vito Scolletto – who does not come to success, but purely sixes here and there. And finally, Lincoln Clay – who still successfully comes to success (all within the framework of a huge revenge on enemies), and he is doing well.
A party of teenagers stops a devilish doctor who wants to take over the world with a brain sucking machine. And then, a few years later, they stop the walking tentacle, which has gone a little crazy from bad ecology and is also trying to take over the world.
In a black-black city, evil Freemasons produce super-soldiers, and at the same time – drugs, and everything is fine with them, until one of the drug-addicted kills the wife and daughter of the tough police officer Max Payne. Payne successfully brings this whole sharashka to the zugunder. Almost no one survives. Max himself leaves to work as a bodyguard in Brazil, finds himself there in the center of the showdown of local bandos and, without ceasing to procrastinate, shoots everyone.
In the main universe, two scientists build killer robots and launch them against each other. Then, after many centuries, one of the robots (Megamena) is turned on again and directed to bring down the Sigma virus. And after a few centuries, they include another (Zero) to help protect the robotic city from humans. And then they both make combat upgrades for children. In the Legends series, the war of people with robots led to a cataclysm (unless the orbital station was not affected), the world was flooded and we are running around as a tomb robber in this kawaii postpok.Finally, in the .EXE series, the story of an ordinary schoolboy fighting cybercriminals, and then a few centuries later, the story of another schoolboy fighting aliens.
In the main world, a schoolboy just for fun summons demons, these demons arrange a nuclear apocalypse, and then one of the three time lines.In the first, the god Yahweh builds a tower city on the ruins of Tokyo, where he tries to bring paradise until the messiah brought out of a test tube by cultists knocks him down. In the second, instead of a tower, he builds a fantasy state, where he trains archangels for the war with the devil, until the same fighters themselves bring him down. In the third, the world collapses into a bubble. Very similar themes in Majin Tensei, Ronde, Maken X and Dx2. Next, there is a set of fantasy worlds Megami Tensei Gaiden, where sorcerers hunt for summoning demons. Most of these worlds fall apart as a result.In Devil Summoner, the story of a dynasty of warriors with demons and their followers. In Persona, schoolchildren close the gaps that lead to the world of shadows, from where animate images, instincts, rumors, latent desires, and other unconsciousness flow. In Devil Children, the children of God and the devil prevent the angels from making a mess on Earth. In Digital Devil Saga, the messenger of God crawls out of the matrix to understand whether to destroy the world or not (and not). In Devil Survivor, angels / gods arrange a battle royale among humans. In Strange Journey, an expedition to the South Pole fights demons.
Mega-mercenary named Big Boss, dreams of organizing a free state of soldiers. The idea is gradually reborn into a Masonic organization – “patriots”. The organization successfully gathers and even rules the world, but Big Boss is thrown out of the ranks, and for the next half of his life he is trying to take revenge on the head of the organization, David Och (aka Major Zero), with a series of insanely cunning plans.True, in the end, Zero transfers control of the world to a supercomputer – the “Sons of the Patrites” – so Big Boss smashes everyone who comes under his arm – both Zero and the Sons, and glues the flippers himself. Where’s Snake, you ask? Yes, in general, nowhere, I ran around cleanly, I participate in other people’s cunning plans.
(+ Heroes as without them)
M&M is split into two universes.In the classic story of two robots of the ancients (one destructive and the other defensive), which chase each other across the huge ships-planets of the colonists. After the robots uninstall each other, an invasion of aliens begins, and after they are slaughtered – many small wars in one of the worlds (in Enroth), leading to the complete destruction of the planet. In the new universe – a fantasy world where all the demons are locked in an underground prison and each lunar eclipse arrange invasions on the surface, on average one in a hundred years.Usually the locals fight off these raids, but on the sixth attempt the demons still take over the world and immediately destroy it in the Fire of the Apocalypse.
Two brothers (the soul of one of whom is captured by Evil) play pirates. In these games, one is constantly trying (unsuccessfully) to take over the world, and both (one is successful, and the other is not) to win the heart of a girl (a governor, a pirate and just a beautiful woman).
(No cinema, as they are non-canon.)
The Old Gods rule the world. They introduce rules according to which any planet is ruled by the one who wins the fighting tournament (these tournaments are held regularly). Over time, most of the worlds unite into the Outworld empire, which takes over everything until it stumbles upon Earth (ruled by Raiden).At first, the Earth can be captured, but after five hundred years the soldiers of the planet fight back and, moreover, demolish the emperor. A mess rises, in which more and more parties gradually intervene, until in the end the mechanism of the apocalypse is triggered from an overabundance of soldiers, which should bang all but one. However, moments before the apocalypse, Raiden rewinds time and there prevents the emergence of super-strong villains in the bud and generally begins to go to war on other worlds himself and tries to break the entire system of tournaments.The ancient gods do not like this, they are trying to return everything as it was (pun intended), but they get a spinning wheel, and apparently now the world is rebooting again, while playing the role of the coolest god with a dude named Liu Kang.
The ancient civilization of Dani stole the technology of creating worlds from local animals. The animals took revenge, so that civilization collapsed, and then it was restored for a long time and stubbornly, and in the end even managed not only to partially recover, but also to beg forgiveness from the animals.All this is backstory-backstory, because in fact all games we stupidly walk around these worlds and solve puzzles.
(As a bonus, it’s not hard to guess – Drakengard)
A technogenic city filled with artifacts is dropped into the fantasy world from the portal.Locals begin to entertain themselves with artifacts, which leads to two apocalypses, one after the other. The second involves a parasite flower, which organizes a world war in order to get to other worlds through a portal. There is a short offshoot of the timeline, in which the local portal is sealed (with a dragon’s carcass like a plug in a bathtub) and then they themselves add to their world with an apocalypse (the third already). And according to the main storyline, the flower penetrates through the portal to the Earth and kills everyone there. Before death, people decide to digitize their consciousnesses, and when the trouble goes away – to grow new bodies (biorobots) for these consciousnesses.But one of the robots turns out to be especially alternatively gifted (and turned on his bad suicidal daughter), he overexerts all the under-reborn people and goes into the sunset. Then the aliens expel robots to the Moon (really, some other robots, but you don’t care?) And then for many, many centuries they are slowly fighting, until finally the robots (by that time they have almost evolved to humans themselves) do not return to Earth.
Liberation struggle of the slave race against the enslavers.More precisely, several races of slaves. And the bonus is the story of the reconciliation of the centaur with his centaur essence.
Police officer Aya Breya first, as befits a video game heroine, saves the world from evil viruses (by getting infected herself). But then the heat begins – Aya is smeared into a cake over space-time-probability and she begins to create some impossible things – to destroy the world, kill herself and her clones, and as a result (it seems) she finally finishes herself off, unable to withstand the heat of schizophrenia.
Moderately ordinary everyday life of various police officers.
Before the start of the post, the government sends a set of arks into space, which should supposedly restore civilization upon their return. Further, the arks return and their inhabitants arrange a war among themselves.
(No movie, although I think to add one one day.)
Umbrella Corporation is playing out with the production of super soldiers – creates zombies and begins a zombie apocalypse in a single city of Raccoon City (which ends with the destruction of both the corporation and the city).Further developments go to the people, a zombie is taken to breed every villain he meets. And the government organization TerraSave is fighting this lewdness (as well as the new Umbrella, which is now supposedly good, believe them, these honest eyes will not deceive you). At the moment, all this is going to shit, the army of zombie special forces is already stamping ONN, and they will fight all this in the next game.
A simple student, Brian Basco, stumbles upon a stripper named Gina.Gina has problems with the mafia and Brian saves her, and then happily marries her. True, during her honeymoon, Gina accidentally falls onto an alien ship, and she has to help the aliens get off the Earth in order to save her, but with whom it does not happen.
A group of scientists wants to improve people using the zombie method. It would seem that what could go wrong.Their experiment breaks down and a Zone is formed, full of artifacts, monsters and other things. Around the Zone there is a lot of seething shit (mainly due to rumors that have not been confirmed yet that there is a wish-fulfilling artifact in the center of the Zone). The government initially tries to destroy the Zone, but failing to do so, opens an institute to study it under the guidance of the most famous stalker – the Shooter (aka the Marked One).
From time immemorial they have been killing people on Lake Tuloka, so the cultists decide – this is the ideal place for the awakening of the bloody god Samael.Further, they several times unsuccessfully carry out the ritual of summoning, in the process making the city a living being with its own consciousness and the desire to attract and punish sinners. On this, history begins to repeat itself, the cultists over and over again tear up rituals, the city attracts interesting personalities and punishes them.
The Asian has long and stubbornly chasing the killers of his father (at the same time trying to take away the artifact mirror from them) and there is every reason to believe that we will never see the end of his runs.
Two demonic swords draw souls into themselves and play off medieval fighters, trying to arrange an invasion of demons (successful). It all ends with ordinary medieval Japanese schoolchildren who grind both swords.
Space janitor constantly (and most often by accident) saves the world from various villains.The same description applies to the MDK series of games.
The ancient god Emon transforms two cosmic races (Zerg and Protoss) so that they, having united him, Emon, will revive. What they are doing successfully. But in the process, the queen of the zerg – Sarah Kerrigan – is pumped to the state of a demigod, so she meets Emon with open arms, immediately beating him completely.
Earthlings conquer space, in the process dropping random schoolchildren from spaceships to fantasy planets. In the finale, it turns out that all this was a video game (yes really), created by an evil corporation, so another schoolboy gets out of the game and hits the director of the company in the face.
The head of a drug cartel named Bizon builds a source of moschi, which must be powered by the strongest fighters in the world, arranges a series of combat tournaments (partly himself, partly undercover) where he is looking for these fighters.As a result, he steadily gets rid of them, then the Freemasons try to continue his business, but they also get rid of them. Finally, in the distant technogenic future of 2010, the story of another fighter – Ken – who is at war with the mafia.
An ancient race creates labyrinthine worlds, and a variety of people escape from these worlds.
Almost unrelated stories of fantasy kingdoms. In the first part, the collapse of the empire is shown, one has only to seize power by a stupid fool. The second part is a rehash of the Three Kingdoms, that is, a story about the civil war and different views on the power of the pretenders (taking this opportunity – Cao Cao is our candidate! Vote for Cao Cao!). In the third, the story of the steppe country, which the enemies are bending down, while the locals are all waiting for the great hero to come and save them.In the end, it turns out that the hero died a long time ago and everything must be done by ourselves, as always, that they thought they got into fantasy. In the four, a couple of countries are at war using a magical superweapon (which simultaneously kills the owner-rulers). In the top five, the oligarchy is trying to take control of its own monarchs and raking in for it.
An incoherent set of fantasy worlds with typical muddles where usually two countries or two planets must make friends by hammering a common villain for all.And each story begins with a schoolboy who finds a girl lying on the street and now has to run to protect her from the evil Imperials (some end with the same).
Endless showdowns of the family of directors of the mafia corporation, where almost all the participants are half-demons, everyone is constantly throwing each other off the rocks and on every occasion they announce fighting tournaments.At the current moment, this party has put to rest the resurgent Azazel, divided into several warring corporations and is fighting each other with mercenary armies.
Someone Lord British enters the magical land of Sosaria, immediately captures it (ordering the previous rulers to a hired killer named “Avatar”). However, the past authorities themselves almost demolished the planet, playing with the serpent gods, so they get what they deserve.In the occupied territory, British arranges an ultra-religious totalitarian regime in the center of which is the incredibly pumped Avatar himself. The universal balance does not withstand such mockery and gives birth to a mega monster, which can only be defeated by slamming the Avatar. Sobsno death of both the story ends.
(Both United Galaxy Space Force and Strangereal are both retcon universes here)
Initially, this is a variation of our world on steroids, the president of each banana republic drives a nuclear combat flying fortress and everyone is at war with everyone, a country called Squirrel is trying especially hard in this, and regularly gets punched for it.Further, corporations take over the world. Then humanity populates other planets and begins to be called “galaxiens”, simultaneously cutting out all the oncoming aliens. Then, at the end of the capture of everything and all people are already rescuing aliens, like they are endangered species. In the end, the aliens take over the Earth and then it is extremely difficult to make out what is happening.
(Without Touring Parts)
The evil space race Skarj turns a peaceful planet into a magnetic trap for flying ships.All this is stopped by an unnamed prisoner. Then this convict tries to take over a flying army ship, but the convict also destroys him and dumps him. And then, 36 years later, a group of soldiers is at war with the greedy General Draxler, who is trying to do bad things with the peaceful alien race Kai.
A titan with tame demonic legions sets out to capture a mana well on the planet Azeroth, and regularly gets kicked in the ass for it, but doesn’t despair.Well, on the planet itself, the faithful seething of shit, everyone is at war with everyone as usual.
Humanity is at war with the cat-people race. People win, then they do not allow the evil admiral to start a civil war, and then they bring down another alien race (this time consisting of beetles) that has flown into the fire.
Unhappy children in the process of the Second World War fall into a coma away from the horrors of life and there they wander through the fictional worlds, in an attempt to get out into real life.
Wet dreams of the Pindos – a simple American soldier kills Hitler and then successfully blocks all Nazi attempts to take over the world with the help of paranormal and high technologies. True, the Germans successfully revive Hitler and already with the zombie Fuhrer at their head they still launch a nuclear bomb, take over the world and rule the planet for fourteen years. It seems that sooner or later, according to the plot of the series, they will still be punished for this, but so far they have not finally been punished.(True, here they say that half of this is non-canon, oh, I don’t know, I wrote down all the games that are in the canon, everything converges normally and I do not care, otherwise they are tired of retconing the canon today, tomorrow the non-canon.)
A villainous scientist infects a swarm of terraformer robots, so that they banish the Earthlings to other worlds. In other worlds, earthlings fight everyone in a row, wake up ancient races, fight with awakened ancient races, after long attempts they return home, find out that everything is already there, robots have been successfully killed and continue to fight there.And a little more in the left system Albion, already at the end.
The two largest mafia clans found the Kamurocho district in Tokyo (a cross between Las Vegas and the red lights), which, in theory, should ensure their eternal prosperity. Further, the clans have been fighting among themselves and within themselves for half a century, plus their composition is constantly beaten by the polls by a simple Japanese terminator named Kazuma.At different times, Koreans, Chinese (especially gifted Chinese, secretly sawing cruiser Yamato in the bay of fucking), the CIA, and the Japanese government try to get into the area at different times, but as a result they also get the same two Kazum’s legs. And all this lewdness ends in 2019, when Kazuma is zealous to beat everyone, in his absence the clans fall under the control of the government and disband themselves, having previously weakened themselves with a long cunning plan so as not to get anyone. True, they were already under the control of the government for almost centuries before, but somehow less arrogantly.
Remnants of a collapsed ancient civilization collect artifacts left over from their ancestors and try to rule the world. They are regularly stopped by a simple role-playing character, Adol Kristen.
Once every few centuries, the artifact triangle settles in three heroes, so they begin to fight each other until someone overwhelms someone.At some point, the story splits into three parallel branches, each of which is no different from the others. Timeskip. War for the pieces of the triangle. Timeskip again. War again, repeat ad infinitum. At the very end of one of the lines (it is not known which one), everyone in general slams into a triangle and simply kneads according to tradition, several times demolishes civilization at different stages of development, and there is every reason to believe that this process will never end.
The fantasy kingdom of Kvendor, out of nothing to do, digs out the Great Underground Empire under it.Over time, evil sorcerers start up in the empire, so they find themselves forced to roll inside a small white house. This does not help much, because sorcerers continue to appear there anyway and the adventurers have to beat them regularly. At the end, the forces of good even try to destroy magic in general, but it, paradoxically, transforms itself into a sorcerer. In short, there are continuous problems from the ruins of the empire, but heroes, of course, solve these problems.
(I got sick of looking for a decent logo not online Allods with transparency)
The fantasy world spreads out to the islands flying in the warp, supported by magicians, and then the player deals with the villains who harvest different islands, then restores the half-extinct race, and then the locals find a way to fly freely (and then teleport) between the islands and unite into two alliances, one of which cosplays the late USSR, and the second Russia of the nineties.
(Plus, of course, the Perimeter.)
The ancient space race wants to push humans and zerg against each other. To do this, they give people the technology of drilling tunnels between worlds (they actually have a big cunning plan there, which includes, for example, throwing computer games into the past of the Earth).The plan works – people and zerg collide, everyone devours everyone, mixing in bio-soup. Some of the earthlings really manage to lock themselves up on their planet – but their defense is broken through and the series ends with the beginning of an alien invasion of Earth.
In 1917, a projectile from Aurora wakes up aliens, or rather does not wake up, because the heroes use a time machine to prevent this.Then the heroes’ doubles jump in time, plant a bomb in Alaska, hang out with Grozny, put themselves in cryochambers as the world standard of heroism in a vacuum, fly to Alpha Centauri, fly through the fourth wall to their developers and finally settle somewhere in the distant future.
And absolutely bonus
- Bard’s Tale
- Golden Ax
- Heretic + Hexen
- Koudelka + Shadow Hearts
- Lands of Lore
- Lost Vikings
- Phantasy Star
- Shadow Warrior
- Simon the Sorcerer
- Tex Murphy
- Golden Mountain + Prince
In the above, and, probably, in half of all games existing on Earth: more or less classic fantasy / cosmofentesy – evil magicians, monsters, demigods, aliens climb into the world, thousands of them, we bring them down, they have cunning plans, we have – multi-stage rituals and artifacts.