Do Europeans (and Do Ukrainians) Criticize For Low Foreign Language Skills?

My bone necklace looked better...

In Ukraine, people are commonly religious, specifically belong to the Orthodox or Catholic churches. There are also Muslims and Greek Catholics, people of Judaism and occasionally Protestants and Buddhists. Nevertheless, (several sources say) there are 0,3% of (mostly neo-) pagans among other. It was claimed neo-paganism was chosen by people: a) to act against modern and traditional Christianity; b) to recreate traditions and culture of the past (it can also be strongly related to the nationalism); Unfortunately, Ukrainian traditional paganism and some aspects of everyday life (before the baptism of Rus) remain unknown. Iceland, for instance, had saga tellers, writing and was a more cohesive country. That doesn't stop, however, people from believing in what they've been able to piece together and reinterpret. To condemn them for the fact that they are trying to step into the future and not forget the past would be great ignorance (it means I am normally tolerant, though...as an atheist, I have a hard time understanding any beliefs).

I mostly draw her for meme, though I have worked better this time.

That is what ruzzians did with my house recently.

8th of July, 2024. ruzzian terrorists bombed many buildings of Kyiv, including Okhmatdyt hospital. however, let me show you what they did to my house that very day (the hospital is kinda close to us). I survived the first wave of rockets on my floor, I also monitored the next one, but sadly did not have time to get to a safe place in the elevator. in front of my eyes, under extremely powerful explosions, the neighbour's door flew off its hinges, the ceiling crumbled (did not fall), and the entire floor was covered in a fog of dust. speaking nervously, most likely delusional, I went down (it was also dangerous to do, NEVER DO THAT, PLEASE). I picked up a neighbor’s girl (a teenager) on the floors below, whom I thought I left in the house where the door was broken (I was afraid, I аm sorry, I was afraid to come closer, I was only thinking about myself); well...everything went well: the girl managed to go down the stairs before the rocket detonated. the neighbors were scared, a few of them were crying, we had an injured child (of preschool age, her temple was covered in blood), I filmed a little of what was on the street. my hands were shaking, I could not call anyone, I just mumbled something. my relatives came as fast as they could (I live with one of them), they even dared to go up to the apartment, clean it up a bit, and then we left the house and now live in another one.

it is temporary, of course. yesterday, I went to clean the house (as you can see in the video), it is almost clean of glass and pieces of walls. we are going to fix the windows ourselves, because it will be 100 years before the state does them. however, this bittersweet memory of how I almost died at home (it was a cruise rocket...the ballistics would have buried us all alive) would never allow my already shaky mental state to recover.

I have been trying to shout at people for a long time about two things: ruzzia must be destroyed; Ukraine must receive comprehensive assistance. I don't care how many kidneys I will later sell to the USA, Britain or Germany to thank for the fact that my country will live in peace, I am ready for anything, as long as children stop dying in front of my eyes. I heard the moaning of people under the rubble, I regretted that I was living instead of the dead. we are not a third world country. we deserve to exist, and fucking ruzzians are not allowed to decide our fate.

Hæl og sæl, my pals, and happy Saint Patrick's Day! An unusual situation when I post something which is non-art, is not it?

I am frankly not religious. I do not believe in God, saints, Satan and further. However, I respect the holidays, whatever it may be. So, today I began to read (but also to make my notes) Dáithí Ó hÓgáin, The Celts: A Chronological History.

I actually know the information was given there is not that fresh, but all of you can read it as an introduction to the history of Celts.

I am glad that I have a Ukrainian book on this topic at least.

have a look, it is me🌞

as old school as my passion to a vintage bottle of Pepsi.

yas, I was that one guy who liked Pepsi more than Coca Cola. do not judge me. (and ya-as, I am likely to illustrate all the crew).

I remember long ago, when I was a university freshman...

England: I would like to know the reason you miss meeting by meeting. America: well, my schedule (skɛʤʊl) is tight now. England: you meant schedule (ʃɛdjuːl). America: schedule. England: sche-dule. America: who told you it is correct? England: I did, and moreover, I taught you English yer shitty... America: so why do you say school (skuːl) like that? England: keeps the silence of confusion.

NOTE: both variants are good and useful, though I have been learning UK standard since school. so the American English is still specific to me.

I found it among the sketches I had drawn having Chinese language classes...and I think there is no need to translate it - THE "MUGS" TELL MORE THAN WORDS DO.

I changed my mind and tried to STICK Hetalia to the pen drawing.

I also added several artworks from 2021 (exceptin the third, it's also a current work) for you to compare.🌞

actually, this is how I draw skulls, but THAT one is funny at least.

Alfred! Look at ME!

I live jeg bli´r, ved fjendens død

Svanser i regnen, af sejrens mjød.

(Fuimadane)