My dad recently had to go to hospital for a procedure due to debilitating arthritis in his neck
His company, however, decided not to pay his sick leave
He was off work for 2 weeks leading up to the procedure, and was supposed to be off another 3 weeks following
Because of them refusing to pay him, he was forced to go back to work only 1 week after, against the hospital's instructions
His union is fighting it, but until then, he's lost almost an entire month of wages
We were already living paycheck to paycheck, and we don't know how we're going to make ends meet this month
I know times are tough for everyone, but if you could spare even a little, I would be so so grateful
Even if you can't donate, just reblogging would be much appreciated
Thank you
And then when you finally get attention it makes you want to crawl under your bed and never come out.
i am the shyest attention whore ever
Today I cried a little bit because I remembered that when Beethoven conducted his ninth symphony for the first time he got a standing ovation and one of the sopranos had to turn him around to see the audience.
Don’t name horror movies stuff like “Calibre” or “Us” anymore. Name them like an academic paper “Lost in the Woods in Sweden: How Some Hikers Really Fucked Up”
Another version, arranged by Mykola Leontovych. Usually I’m not a big fan of classical arrangements of folk songs but this one’s really pretty:
https://soundcloud.com/vzadorojniy/leontovich_iz-za_gory_snizhok_letit
translated lyrics
(second version mostly, stuff between brackets belongs in the first version)
Snow flies from the mountain
[alt.Fire burns on the mountain]
and in the valley, a cossack lies
{cut and shot, covered with a red cloth]
with a raven crowing at his head
and his steed pacing at his feet [alt. crying]
Do not pace, my steed,
do not trample the earth
Run along the road
[alt. Oh my black steed,
my loyal companion
do not cry for me
run along the wide steppe road]
so that the Tatars may not catch you
May not take the saddle off your back
[ when you arrive at my fathers yard
hit the fence
When you arrive at the gates
beat them with your hooves]
My father [alt. My sister] will come out and unsaddle you
My mother will come out and ask you
“Well , black horse, where is my young son?”
[Your son, Mother, served the Khan
the Crimean Tatar
He served so well he got a fine lady for it
A proud and wealthy princess]
Don’t cry mother, don’t be sad
For your son has married
Took a fine young lady for himself
with a pit-house in the open field....
take a handful of sand
[ she rose early with the stars
washed the sand with her tears]
when that sand will sprout
your son will return from the army
the sand doesn’t sprout
the son doesn’t return from the war campaign...
bonus version:
actually THIS is my new favorite doesthedogdie comment
I’ve been so lost and desperate for help since my dad passed from covid. I want to be able to give him a proper burial because he gave so much to me and my sister. If anyone is willing to donate or share, that would mean the world to us. I just don’t know what else to do. Thank you.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/nasario-delgados-funeral-services
I don't usually use this blog.Most of the posts on here are either
A) accidentally reblogged here instead of my main
Or B) signal boosting
My main blog is @greencheekconure27
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