Otool 0 #1 August 10, 2006 I was asked to put it here... "Could you help me, please! I have send a love story to an internet contest. People vote for that stories. I want to win. :) The story is in Russian. It tells about my first jump that I did because of love. Actually I'm afraid of jumping so much... :) Can you give me a 5? If yes please go to link http://lady.mail.ru/contest/story.html?id=318 In the very bottom of the page you'll find line of checkboxes as 1 2 3 4 5. Please choose "5" and press the knob near the "5" (Vote). Thank You! Natasha" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
brianfry713 0 #2 August 10, 2006 I can't read it, but here's a clicky for ya http://lady.mail.ru/contest/story.html?id=318 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jumpervint 0 #3 August 10, 2006 Machine (computer) translation sucks. The first paragraph translated on an internet translation site gives this (parenthetical translations mine, since the machine doesn't recognize the word): My God! What eyes at it! And I look in these eyes, as enamoured âîñüìèêëàññíèöà(8-th grader), clapping eyelashes and nobody noticing around! Only effort of will I force itself to not rush to it on a neck, with the story, how many cheerful grasshoppers skip at me inside skip and tickle long êóçíå÷èêîâûìè(grasshopper) moustaches so, that heart is joyfully compressed, and I flit all the day long, yaks a bird. Well pure water hypnosis! Otherwise how to explain that my instinct of self-preservation autocratically has gone on leave, and a brain in general? It's so not that and so much better in Russian. Good luck. Vint. . . . . "Make it hard again." Doc Ed “A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free” Nikos Kazantzakis Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Otool 0 #4 August 13, 2006 Thank you very much! You do help us a lot! I'll try to translate the story as I feel it and place it here. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Otool 0 #5 August 14, 2006 Well. Here's the short translation of the story. "Gosh! His eyes! I look in his eyes as if I'm a schoolgirl in love and noticing nothing around. I pull my self together and try not to jump on his neck telling him how many funny grasshoppers jump inside of me. My heart starts missing beats. It's pure hypnosis! Other wise how could I explain why my instinct of the self-preservation has gone away and my brain pretends that it's not its business? There was late already when my handy has delivered SMS "If you wish to come with me to the DZ tomorrow?" Sure! I DO! Spend the whole day with you; see your jumps that I was told a lot about. Do you really think that I'm gonna lose the chance? "When and where?" my SMS has gone to him. February, 7.45 am. The weather is warm enough but it must be feeling so because I ran all my way to the jumping club. I met him many times but my reaction is still the same - a schoolgirl in love! "Well… Go?" "GO!!!" I'm agreed to go anywhere holding his arm but today we go to the DZ. It turns out that it's very little that I need to be happy! - Ok! We've come! Let's go! I show you how I'll pack my chute! Looking at the man doing his favorite business is a great pleasure. Looking at the loved man is double pleasure! I've never saw him this way. When he's transformed big canopy and plenty of lines in a tiny rucksack I've realized that it's possible to fall in love twice with the same man. - There is a chance for you to jump! - Wow! Right now? And do I want? - Of course you DO! He smiles as a boy how wants to share with you something very good. My love is here. I'm gonna dive from the crazy altitude… Where is my instinct of the self-preservation? I'm asking you? I should love a chess-player but not a skydiver then. Of course I will jump in tandem. We're in the plane. I'm trying to find a panic fear inside of me. But there is not. It was awaiting for something extraordinary new. I don't know how I could feel my self without my love near me. But he is here. At the edge. Never knew how long a second could be! Step… and delight! Not a panic with closed eyes but delight with widely opened! Delight of this physically feeling freedom! I'll never forget it! "I'm proud of you!" whispers he an kisses me. And just arrived on the land I'm again there - in the sky that he has presented to me." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Otool 0 #6 August 15, 2006 Well! Is there anybody how could help us more? If you did not vote yet you can do it going to http://lady.mail.ru/contest/story.html?id=318 Please check "5" in the very bottom jf the page and click the knob near by. 2 days remain to vote! Thank you! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
