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Cake day: February 8th, 2026

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    English translation

    I remember a rainy evening
    Train Riga - Moscow;
    He has a cute smile
    He caressed my heart.

    Charm two meters,
    Elegant suit;
    Delicate like “Prāta vētra” *,
    Macho of the Jurmala dunes.

    Dzintars!
    His amber eyes
    I was drunk like a balm
    Black Riga.
    Dzintars
    He whispered to me in the morning “Labrīt!” **,
    I was captivated by the color in it -
    Latvian accent.
    Dra-la-la!


    In the narrow streets of Riga
    He promised to sing “Nocturne”
    But it looks like two figs
    He kept it under the pillow.

    He left as a keepsake
    Just a shabby keychain
    Having managed to hurt my soul
    Like a Latvian shooter.

    Dzintars!
    His amber eyes
    I was drunk like a balm
    Black Riga.
    Dzintars
    He whispered to me in the morning “Labrīt!”
    I was captivated by the color in it -
    Latvian accent.
    Dra-la-la!


    I’m still settling scores
    From the macho dunes of Jurmala:
    I haven’t eaten sprats for a long time
    I hate Nocturne.

    Even Laima Vaikule
    I can’t listen
    But I remember him
    Just look at your son.

    Dzintars!
    His amber eyes
    I was drunk like a balm
    Black Riga.
    Dzintars
    He whispered to me in the morning “Labrīt!”
    I was captivated by the color in it -
    Latvian accent.
    Dra-la-la!

    Dzintars!
    When the station appeared in the window
    Piparkukish showed me -
    It’s a shame to tears!
    Dzintars!
    Sometimes in a dream
    My godfather hero
    Dynamo Riga.
    Dra-la-la!


    * “Prāta vētra” is one of the most famous Latvian musical groups.
    ** Labrīt! (Latvian) - good morning!
    *** piparkukish - a derivative of piparkukas (Latvian piparkūkas): traditional “Christmas” cookies in Latvia.

    Russian-language original

    Помню вечер дождливый,
    Поезд Рига — Москва;
    Он улыбкою милой
    Моё сердце ласкал.

    Обаянья два метра,
    Элегантный костюм;
    Нежный, как «Prāta vētra»*,
    Мачо юрмальских дюн.

    Дзинтарс!
    Его янтарные глаза
    Меня пьянили, как бальзам
    Чёрный рижский.
    Дзинтарс
    Мне прошептал с утра «Labrīt!»**,
    Меня пленил в нём колорит —
    Акцент латышский.
    Дра-ла-ла!


    В узких улочках Риги
    Спеть «Ноктюрн» обещал,
    Но, похоже, две фиги
    Под подушкой держал.

    Он оставил на память
    Лишь потёртый брелок,
    Мне успев душу ранить
    Как латышский стрелок.

    Дзинтарс!
    Его янтарные глаза
    Меня пьянили, как бальзам
    Чёрный рижский.
    Дзинтарс
    Мне прошептал с утра «Labrīt!»,
    Меня пленил в нём колорит —
    Акцент латышский.
    Дра-ла-ла!


    До сих пор свожу счёты
    С мачо юрмальских дюн:
    Я давно не ем шпроты,
    Ненавижу «Ноктюрн».

    Даже Вайкуле Лайму
    Слушать я не могу,
    Но его вспоминаю
    Лишь на сына взгляни.

    Дзинтарс!
    Его янтарные глаза
    Меня пьянили, как бальзам
    Чёрный рижский.
    Дзинтарс
    Мне прошептал с утра «Labrīt!»,
    Меня пленил в нём колорит —
    Акцент латышский.
    Дра-ла-ла!

    Дзинтарс!
    Когда в окне возник вокзал
    Мне пипаркукиш показал —
    До слёз обидно!
    Дзинтарс!
    Во сне является порой
    Мой пратаветреный герой —
    Динамо-Рига.
    Дра-ла-ла!


    * «Prāta vētra» — одна из самых известных латвийских музыкальных групп.
    ** Labrīt! (латыш.) — доброе утро!
    *** пипаркукиш — производное от «пипаркукас» (латыш. piparkūkas): традиционное «рождественское» печенье в Латвии.






  • Neither would anybody in their right mind.

    But, my grandma saw both cities through the goggles of her religion. Those were tanks of peace.

    In 2015 I spent some days in East Türkestan – in Qulja, in Ürümqi, in Khorgos. I’ve been wondering how the tankies would have interpreted if they visited there and saw what I saw. I noticed people avoiding certain themes, I saw them getting scared if I tried speaking Uyghur near Han children, I saw heavily armed policemen on top of APCs. I saw a dystopy.

    But a person for whom CCP counts as high clergy… They would see all that differently.

    I believe that a pious communist would be a horrible bother for a person who has fled the USSR. They’d get no more out of it than my grandmother got out of visiting both sides or Berlin back then. You’d get a very pissed off survivor of USSR and a pious person who is feeling good and righteous for proving once again that all people opposing his thoughts are nazis. Except for those who actually are, because they have such similar thought patterns to those Pure in Faith that they would feel like friends to such a pious person. Unless, of course, they’d outright show a swastika tattoo to them.


  • My grandma has that same religion. In the late 1980 she was visiting Berlin, and coming back she had said: “On the western side the wall was full of graffitis and really ugly, but the eastern side of the wall was completely clean. That shows where people are happy and where not.”

    They would definitely manage to protect their mind from any information contradicting their religion. Once the brain’s gone, the brain’s gone. There’s a small chance that a new one will grow to fill the hollow, but that’s not something that can be influenced from outside the brain.









  • It always drives (rides?) me mad that you somehow “ride” a mechanical thing in English. Riding is a very interactive thing. You need to move your body in synchron with the animal you are riding. Otherwise stuff will start going wrong. On a motorbike you just sit on the thing and it moves you. That’s driving, not riding. Cars and motorbikes’ bodies don’t constantly alter their shape like the sides of an animal do! And on a bicycle you do pedal, but if you stop everything else and just sit on that damn thing, it’ll keep moving. (Unless it slows down to almost a halt, in which case it’ll tip over.)

    To ride a mechanical thing you need to design it to move in such a wobbly manner that you need to make an active effort to stay on it. And it needs to have some kind of an AI so that your social interaction with it also becomes relevant.


  • I guess my confusion comes in that so far in all my lessons making something plural before the verb is done by -t and after the verb -a/-ä.

    You choose the accusative ending according to whether the deed was completed or will be completed.

    In English:
    “I drink beer” means I drink an unspecified amount of beer.
    “I drink the beer” means I drink one unit of beer. Maybe a glass, maybe a bottle, maybe a keg of beer.

    And the same two can be done in plural as well:
    “I drink beers” means that I drink some amount of beer-units, but it is not specified how many. It is also not specified whether you will ever manage to finish the process of drinking those beers. You might have to stop before everything is empty or there might be an endless supply of beer kegs that you are emptying, never stopping. Not even at the heat death of everything else we know.
    “I drink the beers” means that there is some spefic amount beer kegs that I am drinking.

    So, here’s the same in Finnish
    “I drink beer” -> “I drink beers” = “juon olutta” -> “juon oluita”
    “I drink the beer” -> “I drink the beers” = “juon oluen” -> “juon oluet”.

    The plural uses the partitive ending if it’s not specified whether you’ll complete task or not, and nominative ending if you are going to complete it.

    Ajan skuuttia = I am riding a scoot. Maybe just for fun, maybe with a destination.
    Ajan skuutin = I will ride the scoot [to some specific place].

    “Kesäisin ajan mielelläni skuuttia. Sitä ei kuitenkaan saa pysäköidä kotini lähelle, joten lopuksi ajan skuutin sivummalle parkkiin.”