i am become Death

[Орион]
Орион, вы хотите пить? У меня есть водка. Я подумаю что вы должен, да?
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[added shortly after]
I am thinking that it is good that in my country.. we have some small food source. It is not often that we are eating many meals.. but I am use to it. So that in times when I cannot readily get food it is not so terrible.

It is very remindful of what I am from.

It is curious.

But then, it is not that we are starve... it is that there is only some times when things are able to be buyed and not so much with others.

Орион, ты жив? У тебя есть водки? У меня нет, но я хочу пить плохо. Я буду покупать водку, когда это безопасно. Мы будем праздновать мой день рождения!

[added shortly after]
I am hopeful for that we are living still. I am not knowing when this will end.

Не знаю, почему люди не говорят на русском, я не говорю по-английски, это трудно и некрасиво.. Я хочу пойти домой. Этот город небольшой... Ah. Perhaps it is well I do not say what I am thinking.

This rain is tiresome. It is very.. не знаю, я забыл слова. I am in need of vodka. The rain is good for drinking. Perhaps it would be wise..

Do you know what they are saying about the animals who have been made to live in the cages? They have grown wild, and fearsome. They have become dangerous.


[translation first line: I don't know why people don't speak Russian, I don't speak English, it is difficult and ugly. I want to go home. This little town...

second line: I don't know, I forgot the word.]

When this rain should stop, I am thinking that it would be well to raise the garden. There are daisies that grow in this field by the lake, they are sweet.. but I should like roses. They are beautiful.

The flowers are.. very.. reminding of things. It is.. curious. Curious that I am wanting to recreate this garden in this place.

It is very curious thing to heal. I am glad for such opportunity, it has been my desire for very long time.

In my country, it would not always be possible to engage in these things.

Ah, what it would be to go home. I have not been to Ukraine in many years, and now it is less likely that I shall return there. But that is well, perhaps. Life has.. many turns.

[Tom Riddle]
You are quiet, my friend. What are you planning?

I was seeing this thing of beauty the other day. It was like the flower blooming in spring time. It was delicate.. pretty. It would be terrible, perhaps, to touch it. Flowers have fate to die so easily. The frost kills them, or one will trample them, cut them in desire perhaps.

It is the fate of flowers to die. All beauty must die.

It is curious thing, death.

But, I have need for Priest but there are no Holy Men in this village. It is unfortunate.

I am believing that I have died and gone to hell. Surely it must be so? It is difficult task to accept that this.. is reality. This illusion is great.

I am repeating words to myself..

I have not been dreaming that hell would appear this way, it is.. tame. It is curious. But if I have died, what is use in putting words to this paper?

Surely if not dead, then I have become insane.

( yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear: Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away )