Художник - Юрій Іванович Пацан.

english fairytale illustrations by ukrainian artist vladyslav yerko

a folk song from chapayevka village, chornobyl region

this type of song is called голосіння (holosinnya — "keening"), and they are usually sang by women over the dead body during the period between death and funeral. in this song, the woman is mourning both her dead son, and the land that they were forced to leave due to the chornobyl disaster.

translation under the cut

We went there

The houses are overgrown

Can't see anything over the weeds

Oh my God

Thirty years had passed

Now I can't even recognize

Neither my house, nor my village

Oh my God, oh my God

Oh my son, my nightingale

My son, my little dove

How far they brought us

And I will never come to you again

And will never see you again

Oh, my land, my golden one

My land, my dear one

Oh, how far they brought us

That I can't come to you

Our roads, our paths are overgrown

And our houses, and everything

I can't even recognize

Not the village, nor any of our backyards

We got lost, can't even find our houses

Oh my God, oh my God

Look at this distinguished gentleman

The littlest defender

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Welp...

I did fandragon of Madara Uchiha...

Someone should really stop me 'coz I can't stop myself from growing up new brainrots.

I don't want to have many dragons. Like, 50 is my comfort amount. But I want to do at least 3 more g1 projects. And this new breed... Ugh.

What have I done to myself?

this used to be a city of Maryinka, as you can see it no longer exists, thanks to russians.

My pretty boi

but sometimes not so pretty...