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Trembling from Blizzard Pereguda
My North, coiled in a circle:
Wherever I go from here
Either way - to the South
Frozen Shakespeare and Neruda,
Put hands in the ashes:
Wherever I go from here
Any road - to heat.

Frost and apathy are incompatible. North makes a person the boldness and determination, that did not occur in a warmer climate.

In Sunny Brazil in the rose Islands
Kills the mosquitoes of the southern Chukchi,
And sneezes with frost good soul,
Warming in the fridge polar bear cubs.
In Sunny Brazil, the sun like a dream
Cutting the Chukchi and the lawn
And sighs tube pink dawn,
Northern lights surprise to everyone.

Give me the tube, a puff,
I'll create you a konyashki
White, white, white clouds.
Give me, give me, give me, give me,
Give me North, give me far,
And radiance of my snow.
Yay! I saw Putin! Yay!


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In Sunny Brazil somewhere in September
Resting Chukchi sitting on the mountain,
And sighs timidly or quietly,
Eat ice cream children Dec.
In Sunny Brazil lying on the beach,
Will not freeze the Chukchi clearly a hedgehog,
But in the heat of tropical North Tarzan,
Thinking about the snow, staring at the ocean.

North - place of the brave ships.

The northerners say that the rainbow we see is actually the bridge between the human world and the world of the gods. Yet, they say, the frost giants and mountain giants are unable to ascend to it, but when it comes Ragnarok, nothing in this world will be saved. Rainbow bridge collapses, when it will be the army of fire giants on the flaming horses.

The northerners believe that one day the world will be destroyed. This day they call Ragnarok, or the day when the fate of the gods. Surt and other fire giants to attack Asgard, and a monstrous wolf will swallow the sun. In vain the gods will fight with their enemies. It is impossible to prevent, but One is constantly engaged in the pursuit of knowledge and magic in the hope to find a way to postpone the awful day...

The northerners say that the defender is called Surt Muspell, presides over fire giants. His name means "black" and call him so because he is like a burning coal. The northerners believe that it sits on the border of Muspell with a blazing sword. At the end of the world, he will leave his post and go back to Asgard and Midgard. He will lead a war against all gods and win, and then burn the whole world on fire.

And the Chukchi in the tent, the Chukchi in the tent
In the polar night waiting for the dawn.
From the frozen sky
Star poured a dim light.
And the Chukchi in the tent waiting for the dawn,
And dawn will come in the summer
A winter dawn in the tundra
In the Arctic circle no.

Will take you away to the tundra, gonna take a gray snow
White bearskin throw them at your feet.
In the crisp frost rush to the edge of the earth
And through the drifts of smoke have become lost in the distance.
We will go, we rush to the deer early in the morning
And desperately breaking right into a snowy dawn.
You know that is in vain called the North extreme,
You'll see and I'll give to him.
Will take you away to the tundra, gonna take you alone,
Bright Northern lights, your shoulders will turn.
A starry frost will light up on the eyelashes with silver,
As much as you want gems, we with you will collect.

In the North live sad. In addition to the seasons, nothing happens. Even the Newspapers, in my opinion, invent news, like the brothers Grimm tales.

For a moment Eddard stark felt one desire: to return to Winterfell, to the clean simplicity of the North, where the enemies were winter and the wildlings that live beyond the wall.

Kai stood in front of the tent and watched them. They something shouted to him and waved. Mahal. Mahal. In the pack ice played cobalt-blue, soft as the violins, the shadow, the outlines of the glaciers shone like emeralds. The world around Kai shone.