I took a dive into early history of Slavic people and I have learned few interesting things.
First to clarify Slavic people name comes from Slavic "slovo" which means "word" and "slavit" which means to "spread the word, worship" It indicates people of the "word" as opposed to people of germanic (Goths) origin "niemec, niemcy" people what do not speak the "word", "mute".
The Chernyakhov culture existed from the 2nd to the 5th centuries, in the territories of modern Ukraine, Moldova and Wallachia (Romania). It is characterized by polished black pottery vessels, fine metal ornaments, and impressive iron tools. It is thought to be a precursor to proto-Slavic culture.
All Slavic people spoke the same Common Slavonic in historic times, its differentiation into those daughter languages only commencing in the 9th century AD.
Polans were a Slavic tribe between the 6th and the 9th century, which inhabited region of the Dnieper river from southern Bielarus down to Kyiv, Ukraine. Around 9th century Western Polans tribe, among others (Masovians, Vistulans, Silesians and Pomeranians), became Polish (hence the name). The Eastern Polans became integrated in union of about twelve East Slavic tribes into Kievan Rus (present Ukraine).
The main god of slavs was Perun, (Thunder god), which ties up directly with Pro-Indo-European (notice name similarity) Perkwunos , from Sanskrit Parjanya, Prussian Perkuns, Lithuanian Perkūnas, Latvian Pērkons, and Norse Fjörgyn. Fjörgyn was replaced by Thor among the Germanic-speaking peoples. The Celtic hammer god Sucellus (also cf. Taranis "Thunderer") is of the same character, but with an unrelated name.
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It is the unexpected little things that make the life so great and worth living. Today, I want to write about things that uplift and motivate us when everyday things get a little boring, a little difficult and lonely. Looking at people all around one can get the idea that others are happy, busy and successful, or at least are pursuing the happiness, while we are unsure of the future, beat up by the past with a great pile of bills waiting at home to be opened. Yes, that is me, too. Most of the time I feel that the only thing I can manage in life is to struggle, so many times I have failed people around me, I have lost contact with people whom I should have kept close, I did not do, or provide, what I should have. All of it is crushing my self esteem and the will to persevere. It is even hard to keep good sleep hours and diet when you are alone. Not that I am lazy, quite opposite, I keep doing things a little more, a little longer, hoping that it will somehow make a difference, that I will have a happy break. It sometimes work. The resume keeps growing, the opportunities materialize, but as it is a human nature, soon after we forget the blessings from the past. Vicious cycle, rat race.
Today was one of these days, nothing to complain really, I worked whole day, never even making a dent in what I would like to have accomplished. I could have been proud of myself if I had a drop of objectivism in my life, but I don't. After work, I went to Barnes & Noble for coffee to study a little more and when I could not do that anymore I decided to go and see a movie.
At this point I would like to write about what I intended, the good things in life. The movie was surpassingly good, it was about great love and heroes. People do need heroes, we have been conditioned for tens of thousands of years to gather together at night around the fire and to listen stories about heroes, it is a fabric of our lives, what makes us human. Back in the days it was our tribe, our friends, that would tell and re-tell the stories of the past, that would laugh with us at our mistakes and highlight, often exaggerate, our adventures which with time became the stuff of legends. We don't have much of that today, people, even those close to us are hardly ever willing to sing songs about us, there are no more heroes in everyday lives. Too bad, really. However, we have movies. We have books that are full of heroes. They keep us going, they keep us from becoming total zombies as everyone down deep wants to be a knight on a white horse chopping heads off the bad guys and winning the great love of a fair lady. Surprisingly, today, what made me feel inspired was a totally unexpected YouTube I found on Facebook, "Spoken Word" by Hollie McNish reciting a poem, in what can be considered a heavy, rather rough Brit accent. I was absolutely captivated, I felt that I have not heard the power of the spoken word for years, an art I have totally neglected. I simply have forgotten how powerful words can be. People have oils and charcoal, paintings and sketches - I love visual arts, too, but most of all I love words. Her performance made me realize how much I have missed the art of story telling, poetry of words. All suddenly, I felt home with myself again knowing who I really am, what makes me happy. I could see with the eye of my mind the fire place, the pages of paper and a real fountain pen with golden tip gliding effortlessly, telling stories, composing poems. I could see the old, polished table, a window, the snow outside and evergreen trees of the mountains. I could see an outdoor cafe above the ocean, the typewriter and the pages of a novel coming out of it with a lovely staccato of keys pressed. I could see an old pension house in a small resort town in Polish mountains, piano, library, low coffee table and a comfortable sofa, rain outside, deep thoughts, writing.
Totally by chance, I stumbled upon books signing session in the book store tonight, the author, a lovely black lady has had interviewed countless happy couples around the world who have been together for 25 years, or longer. I've sat in and listened, I've got hope and warmth in return. I've got the book signed by the author and a cup hot chocolate. I wrote these words and I can go sleep happily. Good night dear Natalia, I love you.
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Today, I want to write about the unexpected things that uplift us when everyday life gets depressing, difficult, and lonely.
Looking at people around, one is getting the idea that others are happy, busy, and successful, or at least are pursuing happiness.
Meanwhile, you are unsure of your future, beat up by the past, and with a great pile of unpaid bills waiting at home to be opened. Yes, that is me, too.
So many times, I have failed people around me and lost contact with people I should have kept close.
I did not do or provide what I should have. Most of the time, I can only manage to struggle some more.
All of it is crushing my self-esteem and the will to persevere.
It is even hard to keep good sleep hours and diet.
It's not that I am lazy—quite the opposite. I keep doing what I am supposed to do a little earlier and longer, hoping that it will make a difference and I will have a happy break.
My job resume keeps growing, and opportunities materialize, but it is human nature to forget the blessings from the past. We live in a vicious cycle—it is a rat race.
Today was one of those days.
There is nothing to complain about, really. I worked all day, never even making a dent in what I would like to have accomplished. I could have been proud of myself if I had a drop of objectivism, but I don't.
After work, I went to Barnes & Noble for coffee to study a little more.
By chance, I stumbled upon a book signing session in the bookstore tonight.
The author, a lovely black lady, has interviewed countless happy couples worldwide who have been together for 25 years or longer. I sat in and listened. I've got hope and warmth.
I got the book signed by the author and a cup of hot chocolate.
I decided to go and see a movie.
The movie was surprisingly good. It was about great love and heroes. People do need heroes. We have been conditioned for thousands of years to gather together at night around the fire and listen to stories about heroes. It is a fabric of our lives, what makes us human.
Back in the day, it was our tribe, our friends, that would tell and re-tell the stories of the past, that would laugh with us at our mistakes and highlight, often exaggerate, our adventures, which with time became the stuff of legends.
We don't have much of that today. People, even those dear to us, are hardly ever willing to sing songs about us, and there are no more heroes in our everyday lives.
However, we have movies and books that are full of heroes. They keep us going, they keep us from becoming total zombies as everyone down deep wants to be the knight on the white horse, chopping heads off the bad guys and winning the great love of a fair lady.
Surprisingly, tonight, I was inspired by a totally unexpected YouTube video I found on Facebook of a British lady, Hollie McNish, reciting a poem in what many would consider an awful, deep-steet Brit accent.
I was absolutely captivated. I had not heard the power of the spoken word for years, an art I had totally neglected. I simply had forgotten how powerful words can be.
People have oils and charcoal, paintings and sketches—I love the visual arts, too, but most of all, I love words.
Her performance made me realize how much I have missed the art of storytelling, the poetry of words.
Suddenly, I felt at home again, knowing who I am and what makes me happy.
With my mind's eye, I could see the fireplace, a low table, pages of paper, and a fountain pen with a golden nib gliding effortlessly, telling stories and composing poems.
I could see the old wooden table at the window, the snow outside, the evergreen trees of the mountains, the typewriter, and pages of the book coming out of it with a lovely tap-tap of keys pressed.
I could see a table in the outdoor cafe above the oceanside, a notebook.
I could see an old, stylish guest house I had visited in a small resort town in the Polish mountains. There was a piano, a library, a low cafe table, a comfortable sofa, the rain outside, deep thoughts, and writing.
I want to write about good things in life.
I wrote these words, and I can go to sleep happily.
Good night, my dear Natalia. I love you.
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I started to experiment with my old Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1 (Google IO edition) running CyanogenMod Android 4.2.2 by using it exclusively as a replacement for a laptop.
I have been creating tutorials, so I have a need to take a lot of screenshots, since it is tricky, or rather not intuitive, I thought I need to share the shortcut:
Hold Power + Volume Down (side closer to Power) for 1 second.
The screenshot on this tablet is saved under, again not very intuitive:
/storage/emulated/0/Pictures/Screenshots
I wish I kneew to to change that location to save to Google Drive, if you know please post a comment.
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I started to experiment with my old Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1 (Google IO edition) running CyanogenMod Android 4.2.2 by using it exclusively as a replacement for a laptop.
I have been creating tutorials, so I have a need to take a lot of screenshots, since it is tricky, or rather not intuitive, I thought I need to share the shortcut:
Hold Power + Volume Down (side closer to Power) for 1 second.
The screenshot on this tablet is saved under, again not very intuitive:
/storage/emulated/0/Pictures/Screenshots
I wish I kneew to to change that location to save to Google Drive, if you know please post a comment.
As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.
