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Russian learning outline

I made this outline after reading a couple of posts by @lovelybluepanda on how to study & make a language learning schedule and this post by @wonderful-language-sounds (thank you! <3)

Beginner A1-A2

Grammar. New Penguin Russian Course (A1) + Schaums Outlines of Russian Grammar (A2). 30-60 minutes daily

Take notes of rules, verbs/conjugations etc. in notebook1

Solve exercises in notebook2

Vocabulary. Quizlet, Memrise, 50Languages. 30-60 minutes daily

Learn about 5-10 words/day + review the rest

Add vocabulary lists to notebook1

Writing. 10 minutes daily

Write a paragraph everyday in notebook2 using what you have learned

Listening + Reading. 10-20 minutes daily

Watch childrens cartoons with subtitles or read-along stories

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So, if the time loop is a metaphorical labyrinth, and Nadia and Alan are both Ariadne that leads the other out to their safety, Perseus for slaying the monster they had to face at some point, and The Minotaur for in the end being that same monster that is ultimately responsible for their own demise and imprisonment due to their own selfish actions In their lives…

What does that make of the Cat? Is he God? Is he the little girl? Are Oatmeal, The Little Girl, and Horse the 3 Fates? The cat’s actions are what ultimately cause the loop to begin with, he tricks Nadia into getting hit by the car the second Alan hits the ground from his fall, thus trapping them in the labyrinth, while also giving them a way out in the form of themselves.

What about the carnival parade, shouldn’t Alan have been there due to Horse? In the original Timeline Nadia doesn’t get him back home after finding him with Horse, whose “we got another one” line clearly refers to him finding another guy for the parade, but if that’s so, how can he jump to his death AND be at the parade at the same time?

Is the parade a metaphor for them transcending purgatory then? Is Horse the Devil? Is he Dionysus, who saves Ariadne the savior after she is been (metaphorically, in this case, and due to a higher will like some instances of the myth state) and abandoned by the hero she saved?

Is the little girl Athena? Or are they all just angels? The prayer from episode 2 states that angels are all around us, and the Rabbi does mentions how people are haunted and need to surrender to the Abyss, is this why they ultimately got free, because they surrendered to the circumstances of their life and shit?

How about the stairs, in the first episode she’s about to fall down the stairs and die but she gets caught by Mike, then she’s about to get hit by the car again but John catches her before she dies, is this a metaphor for how alone we are all destined to succumb and die, but with the help of others we can ultimately survive our life, hence why she gets down those stairs with max in the finale?

Or is this all just rambling? I’m confused.

Russian school slang

📌 Камча́тка. Kamchatka Krai (Rus. Камчатский край, Камчатка) is this part of Russia –

At schools “камчатка” is also the last rows of tables in the classroom, where the rowdy and the D-students sit. 

(There is a joke that Kamchatka teachers call those rows “калининград” (see that tiny exclave on the far left of the map? That’s Kaliningrad Oblast), but they apparently don’t)

📌 Шпарга́лка/шпо́ра – a cheatnote/crib. Cheating is pretty widespread in Russian schools and colleges and isn’t a big deal (except for state exams and certain teachers). Usually called шпора for short (literally “spur”, as in something you put on boots)

📌 Бота́ник – a geek/nerd/swot, literally “a botanist”. Also отли́чник/зубри́ла – “an excellent student” (neutral, not slang)/”one who learns everything by heart” (a bit derogatory, as is the first one)

📌 Дво́ечник. In Russia a mark you get in class is a digit from 0 (lowest) to 5 (highest) (0 to 10 in Belarus, 0 to 12 in the Ukraine). A D-students are called двоечник – “one who gets twos”, a C-student is тро́ечник/середнячо́к – “one who gets threes (the lowest grade you need to pass)”/”average”, and a B-student is хороши́ст – “a good student” (just because четвёрочник and пятёрочник don’t sound good)

📌 Кол. Единица (the mark one out of five) is often called кол even by teachers – “stake/pole”. Двойка is sometimes па́ра – “pair”, тройка – троя́к.

📌 Зубри́ть/зубрёжка. Learning things by heart is expressed in a few words and phrases:

учить (несов. в.)/выучить (сов. в.) наизусть – to learn (smth) by heart

зубрить – to learn something without understanding, to cram; зубрёжка – cramming 

Mandarin tongue twisters

四 是 四 ， 十 是 十 ， 十 四 是 十 四 ， 四 十 是 四 十 (sì shì sì, shí shì shí, shí sì shì shí sì, sì shí shì sì shí)

four is four, ten is ten, fourteen is fourteen, forty is forty

知道就说知道, 不知道就说不知道, 不要知道说不知道, 也不要不知道说知道, 你知道不知道? (zhī dào jiù shuō zhī dào, bù zhī dào jiù shuō bu zhī dào, bù yào zhī dào shuō bu zhī dào, yě bù yào bù zhī dào shuō zhī dào, nǐ zhīdào bù zhīdào?)

If you know say you know, if you don’t know say you don’t know, don’t say you know when you don’t know, and don’t not know and say you know, do you know?

扁担长，板凳宽，扁担要绑在板凳上, 板凳不让扁担绑在板凳上，扁担非要绑在板凳上。(biǎn dàn cháng, bǎn dèng kuān, biǎn dàn bǎng zài le bǎn dèng shàng, bǎn dèng bú ràng biǎn dàn bǎng zài bǎn dèng shàng, biǎn dàn fēi yào bǎng zài bǎn dèng shàng.)

A bamboo pole is long, and a bench is wide. The bamboo pole was bound to the bench. The bench did not allow the pole to be bound to it, but the pole insisted on being bound to the bench.

青青山上一根藤，青藤底下挂铜铃，风吹藤动铜铃动，风停藤停铜铃停。(Qīng qīng shān shàng yī gēn téng, qīng téng dĭ xià guà tóng líng, Fēng chuī téng dòng tóng líng dòng, fēng tíng téng tíng tóng líng tíng）

On a green mountain grows a vine. Under the vine there hangs a copper bell. When the wind blows, the vine moves, and so does the bell. When the wind stops, the vine stops, and the bell stops too.

鸟岛是岛，鸟岛有鸟。鸟岛的鸟多得数不清了。要想到鸟岛，一定要爱鸟。你不爱小鸟 就别到鸟岛。(niáo dǎo shì dǎo, niáo dǎo yóu niǎo. niáo dǎo de niǎo duō de shǔ bù qīng le. yào xiǎng dào niáo dǎo, yī dìng yào ài niǎo. nǐ bú ài xiáo niǎo jiù bié dào niáo dǎo.)

Bird Island is an island; Bird Island has birds. The birds on Bird Island are countless. If you wish to go to Bird Island, you must love birds. If you don’t love small birds, don’t go to Bird Island.

西施死時四十四。 (Xī Shī sǐ shí sì shí sì.)

Xi Shi died at 44.

“Nursey?”

Nursey blinks once, and then a second time when things are still blurry. He swivels his desk chair to face the doorway where there’s a smear of orange on top of gray that resolves itself into Dex after several more blinks. He’s wearing sweatpants that are a slightly different color gray than his sweatshirt. The only pops of color are the smears of purple under his eyes, the flush of his cheeks–pink and sweet like embarrassment–, and, of course, the nest of hair he’s forgotten to have cut for at least two months now.

Sometimes–fuck, but sometimes Nursey forgets how in love he let himself get. The fact that he has at least four different poems he could quote right now, a separate poem writing itself the longer he stares. He wishes he knew how it would feel to brush his thumb across that blush, to tuck his nose into the flyaway hairs behind Dex’s ear. He wishes he knew how to love without it ruining his goddamned life.

Really. It’s way too late–or early, god, what time is it–and Nursey needs every last braincell he’s got left to finish this scene for the script-writing class he somehow let Farmer talk him into but all he wants to do is sit here and watch a sleep deprived Dex blush as he lists into the door frame.

Before Nursey can think something utterly ridiculous like, oh, to be that door frame, he blinks really hard and asks, “What’s up, Dex-a-doodle?”

Dex must truly be exhausted because he doesn’t say anything about the nickname. “Are you–” he gestures vaguely in the direction of Nursey’s laptop.

Nursey spares a glance for his scene, which has remained six pages long for the past thirty minutes despite his best efforts. He closes the lid and turns back to Dex. “I’m free, what do you need?”

Sheepish, Dex pulls a stack of papers from behind his back. Nursey sighs. Really, he ought to bluster, ought to act annoyed and refuse to help, make Dex offer him any number of things in return for reading some of the worst writing he’s ever been unfortunate enough to have put in front of him, but–but it’s very late and Dex is soft and sleepy and illiterate and Nursey can’t argue himself out of simply wanting Dex to stay.

He holds out a hand. Dex grins, the slow, crooked thing he didn’t turn on Nursey until the end of their softie year, and he puts the essay into Nursey’s outstretched hand and takes a seat on Nursey’s bed while he waits.

Nursey turns back to his desk, reaching out idly for his red pen while he starts scanning the intro paragraph. After the first two rounds of edits, it doesn’t make him cringe immediately. There’s a typo here or there and a missing comma in the second paragraph, but Nursey finds himself smiling by the end of the second example. The thesis changed dramatically since the last time he read it–the second round of edits ended with a long, lengthy, and loud discussion of the subject material, during which Nursey may or may not have provided a caffeine-induced rant about the misreading of Shakespearean plays and despite the rather dazed look in Dex’s eyes upon the conclusion of said speech, some of it seemed to have made an impact.

“It’s good,” Nursey says, as he finishes reading, smiling to himself. “Now, don’t get too excited, it’s good for a STEM, but–” Nursey cuts himself off as he turns to find Dex asleep on the bottom bunk. He’s tipped the wrong way, feet resting beside the pillows, his neck bent awkwardly as his cheek presses into the quilt.

Nursey huffs a laugh at himself for the fierce swell of affection in his chest. He puts down the essay and the red pen and crosses to the bed, gently moving a pillow under Dex’s head. Out of it as he is, he doesn’t even stir, simply settles back down as Nursey pulls away.

Nursey turns back to his desk. He put the essay down on top of his laptop and he picks it up as he turns his computer back on. He skims the first page again, stupid smile on his lips. Who would’ve thought that Dex was actually listening to him, all this time.

The Word document pops onto the screen, shining too-bright light into the room. Nursey places the essay to the side and rereads the last two pages of his scene, finding himself continuing it effortlessly when he reaches the point he’d left off. He makes the page count before the hour is up and saves without rereading it, shutting the laptop and sending him back into a softer light. He braces himself and turns.

Dex sleeps away peacefully. Arms wrapped around himself, one leg pulled up towards his chest. Nursey lets himself watch without feeling guilty–he’s too tired for anything more complicated than fondness. Sometimes it really does feel so simple.

The truth; tonight Nursey is going to get ready to sleep as quietly as possible and somehow manage to trip on his way to the bed, and Dex will wake up, bleary and pink, make to sit up, make to leave, and Nursey will press him back down and tell him to, “Stay. Dex, just–stay,” and Dex will, because sometimes Dex listens, and Nursey will fall asleep counting the soft breaths below him.

The truth; Dex has really horrible takes on Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson, and most literature up to and including the Magic Treehouse books, but he never stops Nursey’s rants, and continues to ask for Nursey’s help, and his essays get nothing but better.

The truth; one day, Nursey is going to tell Dex about all the poetry, quoted and written, that Dex inspires in him, and Dex–Dex is going to listen.

Icarus and the Sun 

Inspired by Icarus, who dared to fly too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax. If he was in love with the sun, then this might as well be a story of forbidden love.

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