Rita wild 

I feel guilty for rarely writing here, but I hope very soon when I graduate will be very active in translating my work!

This is a very big part of my life, I dream of publishing a book but homophobic laws in our country blocked my dream. I want to learn literary English and write like in my native language. 

One of my first attempts to translate my fanfic! 

Moment of goodwill

Cyno/Tighnari (Genshin Impact)   

tag's - drabble, drama, romance, love, sad ending

Sometimes everything passes. It doesn't matter if you were having fun, comfortable with that person, or pleasantly. The once-delivered pleasure has dissolved and assimilated in your bodies. Like an elixir, you both absorbed its healing properties, but the vial was empty, there was nothing more to fill it with. Mountains of gold, flower heaps, a sea of jewels, nothing could hold back love. So why do they then continue to do this if their resource has dried up for both? No one knows. Maybe they like to feel euphoric as always. Maybe it's just a stupid desire of instincts. Or maybe this is a demonstration of higher love?

"Already leaving?"

The Mahamantra asks, opening up his sun-sleepy from sunlight eyelids drowsily. The two men didn't often get to spend time with each other. Cyno was busy with his work, and Tighnari was on patrols, never endless reports and training of new rangers. The black-haired boy's ears twitched in alarm, he was to leave secretly.

"Yes… I'm sorry I can't be stay with you even longer, Cyno."

His tone sounds insincere, he did not expect to justify himself. He still had to turn head towards the lying figure and make eye contact with beloved jackal.Perfect body in white sheets with loose curls padisara petal colors. Gentle but firm muscles sparkled under the light. The rays caressed his courageous, fragile chest. Gold, thin eyelashes fluttered above the ruby pith of his eyes, like big fan. Even his careless, sleepy look would be more beautiful than any mirage of desert and sea. Not a single person in all Sumeru is worthy to see what what could Tighnari admire now. The true is the young naturalist is already a suchlike be through. They met while studying at the Academy about a few times a week, but after release, they were fickle, than regular meetings. Cyno's gaze radiates warmth of love, when, as for Tighnari, it was just entertainment for the night. Nothing serious, just sex and pleasure for each. Aching pain in the leg the arrow reminded of tonight. They obviously overdid it with the poses.

A couple of ideas that I would like to implement, but I don’t know if it’s worth it

Представь себе: тонкий звук гитары, чьи струны давно не настраивали, раздаются посреди тихой маленькой комнатки.

Четыре старые стены и скрипучий паркет, что сверху до низу пропитаны историей этого места. Вместо обоев, стены давно покрыты плакатами, флаерами и вырезками, их настолько много, что новые вешать некуда и старые перекрываются свежим, только купленными постерами с рок-группами. 

Где-то на полу, возле повидавшего не одну пару сапог и ног дивана, стоит недопитая банка из-под пива. На скрипучем, промерзлом окне среди рам вставлены другие, уже чистые и "редкие" баночки, которые хозяин комнаты заботливо отмыл и сохранил. Тут же на стеклянном подоконнике стоит хрустальная пепельница, в которую лет десять уже никто не скидывает пепел и дым от сигарет, ибо некому курить. Всё здесь словно застыло: ламповый телевизор прямиком из девяностых, палас на полу, маленький светильник за рабочем столом. Он завален хламом, драгоценностями, памятью, что нельзя выкинуть или даже сдвинуть на сантиметр; оно нарушит фэн-шуй. 

И вот вновь раздаётся гитарный риф. Исторический момент для этих тринадцати квадратных метров, потому что гитаристка, которая не играет уже как три года, вновь взялась за струны. Пальцы успели подзабыть аккорды, ноты, любые другие рифы и всё же, она пытается петь. 

Петь свою новую песню, о которой ни этот город, не эта комната, ни эта девушка ещё не подозревает.

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Imagine: in the middle of a quiet small room there is the subtle sound of a guitar whose strings have not been tuned for a long time.

Four ancient walls and creaky parquet floors, imbued from top to bottom with the history of this place. Instead of wallpaper, the walls have long been covered with posters, flyers and clippings, so many of them that there is nowhere to hang new ones, and the old ones are covered with fresh, just purchased rock band posters.

Somewhere on the floor, next to the sofa, which has seen more than one pair of boots and legs, there is an unfinished beer can. On the creaky frozen window, among the frames, other, now clean and “rare” jars are inserted, which the owner of the room carefully washed and preserved. Right there on the glass window sill there is a crystal ashtray, into which no one has thrown ashes and smoke from cigarettes for ten years, because there is no one to smoke. Everything here seems frozen: a tube TV straight out of the nineties, a rug on the floor, a small lamp at the table. It is littered with junk, jewelry, memories that cannot be thrown away or even moved an inch; it will disturb feng shui.

And then the guitar riff comes again. A historical moment for these thirteen square meters, because the guitarist, who had not played for three years, took up the strings again. Her fingers have managed to forget the chords, the notes, any other riffs, and yet she tries to sing.

Hello my beloved subscribers! While I didn’t have access to release new playlists, I took up my original project, which I’ve been developing since 2017!

These are small announcements and character silhouettes, more information will appear next week, as well as in February. 
You can also read a short description from the back of the promotion in the post above

Если честно я не знаю, выйдет ли из этого что-то стоящее, потому тут может быть немного пусто первое время, но я постараюсь это исправить!

To be honest, I don’t know if anything worthwhile will come out of this, so it might be a little empty at first, but I’ll try to fix it!