Come with us, my hunting buddies told me, let's shoot at cans... and bring your models, so we'll have someone to show off. Why not go, I thought, maybe I'll snap some photos. We packed up, equipped ourselves with billionairesses, and off we went, heading for trophies and headaches. I'm not a hunter myself, and I don't own a shooter. Unarmed and not contributing to the squad's firepower, I was left in camp to tend the fire and cook the meat I'd brought with me, in case of a fiasco with the game. The ladies, however, were eager to get to the front lines, wanting to do pew-pew and all that. We gave them a gun from our spare ones, explained where the bird would fly out from, and where the bullet would also fly from. They put us in position, or rather, told us to lie in a ditch, keep a sharp eye, and wait for game to attack. The men went deeper into the jungle.
At first, the women stared dutifully at the bushes in the direction of a likely attack by wild animals. They stared for a long time, about half an hour. Then the warm autumn sun drowsied them and they dozed off. When they came to, they discovered that no one was around, the sounds of hunting barely audible in the distance. I was sitting in camp, watching our warrior women trudge along, dragging their rifles along the ground, smearing tears and snot. They explained, "They've forgotten usu ... They succeeded, but most of the contents ended up on their faces, hair, and clothes. I told them to go to the fire, dry off, and don't touch anything. They pouted, but obediently sat down next to the fire, stretching out their legs. They sat quietly, chatting quietly, until one of them caught fire with a rubber boot. Amidst their desperate squeals, I watched something resembling an Irish dance. The other one tried to put out the fire, frantically hitting her with a spruce branch.
Just in case, I checked their gun. As I thought, there were no bullets in it...
It seemed like you had all the ingredients for a good hunt: hunters, guns, wine, models, and even meat just in case... but, figuratively speaking, you somehow managed to make four mistakes in the word "hedgehog".)))
It seemed like you had all the ingredients for a good hunt: hunters, guns, wine, models, and even meat just in case... but you, figuratively speaking, somehow managed to make four mistakes in the word "hedgehog.")))
Soryamba, I couldn't get it So... hedgehog-yosh... And how does that compare to my wisdom?
Viktor Kirillov, how about a chat? He swept through again like a hurricane, throwing out likes like, "no hello, no goodbye." (C)
Viktor, those were the days: "...The graceful retouching, the variety of natural colors, and the author's light hand work wonders! All I can do is enjoy watching and recommend it! ..." (ZhR)
And what now? The honey plants don't even bother...
I think this particular work is underrated for its artistic merits
and if there's anything else we can do about it, please let me know
I'm making a suggestion. We should create an "Underrated" button. The button immediately adds +50 karma and allows you to immediately post new... karma or a photo. The boost can be used once a week (or month). Let's say the author is bursting with masterpieces, but the site's residents haven't responded adequately. That's where the button comes in handy.
Viktor Kirillov, what about a chat? He swept through like a hurricane again, throwing out likes like, "no hello, no goodbye." (C)
Victor, those were the days: "...The graceful retouching, the variety of natural colors, and the author's light hand work wonders! I can only enjoy watching and recommend it! ..." (ZhR)
And now? The honey plants aren't even trying...
Backwoods, I'm in extremely inconvenient locations. Radio operator Kat was broadcasting her reports right under Müller's nose, but she had a perfectly functional kerosene radio, while I'm forced to carve granite on my knees, scan it onto papyrus, and only then send it to your besieged enclave by Russian mail pigeon. And I have to carve letters in a dark cellar between tubs of sauerkraut and serdirey, they didn’t want to help me with repairing my laptop, so now you suffer alone without your underestimated artistry.
And I have to carve letters in a dark cellar among tubs of sauerkraut and sardine
Hmm, Victor, your business is as sour as Lichtweiss's caves... and like the cabbage in your tubs. I'm sending you a suitcase of carrier pigeons by pizza delivery. Messages should be tied to their legs, not stuffed into various holes. It's best to avoid telegrams in granite. Well, no one has abolished the flag semaphore, banging tom-toms, and signaling with smoke. I'm not even talking about Mr. Morse's latest invention. And you need to oil your laptop regularly and don't put an iron on it. It really ruins it.
What's your opinion on underestimation?[/quote] Backwoods, Whose underestimation are you asking about, yours or the father of this progressive movement's founders? I remember his bare-bottomed gymnasts at the tents in the morning were greeted with great enthusiasm here, and three asses with a bird were even awarded the honorary RD badge! Strength is in their power (c) Your appreciation cannot be measured in local currency, for you are examples of unearthly billionaire beauty, and those capable of appreciating this at its true worth are only one or two Emirati sheikhs and princes by blood, and Victor is the only ones here. Appreciation should not be waited for while sitting on the studio porch, but carried to the masses through Odnoklassniki on VKontakte at personal exhibitions in Tula, go to the Elder of Instructions, wash the lens in the sacred waters of the Upa, discover the secret of success and over-appreciation in all respects.
Whose underappreciation are you asking about, yours or the father of this progressive movement's founders?
I'm not exactly a Copenhagen when it comes to the founding fathers of progressiveness. And that's not what I'm talking about. I was thinking about something. Here's an author. He's underappreciated. What can he do? He sees—well, he's a masterpiece, for sure. His wife says it's a masterpiece, and his children and grandchildren say the same. But here, they don't appreciate him, no matter what. Unfair, right? So what should I do?
And the Elder turns out not to be all that wise, and younger than me, alas
Viktor Kirillov, Somehow I'm not exactly a Copenhagen when it comes to the founding fathers of progressive thought. And that's beside the point. I was thinking about something. Here's an author. He's taken it and it's not getting enough credit. What should he do? He sees it—it's a masterpiece, for sure. His wife says it's a masterpiece, and so do his children and grandchildren. But here, they don't appreciate it, no matter what. Unfair, right? So what should he do?
But the Old Man turned out to be not so wise, and, alas, younger than me.
Backwoods, Well, it's all classic here: the salvation of the undervalued is the work of the undervalued themselves. You grab your hair tightly and shoot upward, towards Parnassus, and then, from there, from the heights of art, gaze down upon the photoplankton with a minimum rating. To do this, you should enlist the support of all the Alexs and Zhryzhovs. A wife and children, if they don't bring recommendations, should also be left at the foot of the mountain. Social ballast is a burden on an artist's image on the path to worldwide fame. It's also better to abandon your homeland at the outset, or, if possible, sell it to Chukchi spies, and at the same time exchange your conscience for 30 pieces of solid silver. Yes, the old man is bald beyond his deserts.
Well, it's all classic here: the salvation of the underrated is the work of the underrated themselves. You grab your own curls and yank them up sharply.
It's all so simple for you: grab your wig, like that very München-Dauzen, ugh, or Budapest Cyberscotch, and you've pulled yourself out of the swamp of mediocrity, hopping around – and now you've got yourself an apartment on Parnassus, lined with laminate, dipping laurels in your borscht, washing down your boozy booze with Coca-Cola.
And what if, like soulless mountain climbers (we don't like them), they grab someone by the tail from Parnassus and start underestimating them? And yours are just smoldering... No, we need to be more subtle here... or think deeper and further. So, just take a masterpiece, admire it for a week, and then take it to a pawn shop for an appraisal. They say: - I'll give you thirty... - silver? - No, kopecks. - Well, kopecks, then...
Viktor Kirillov, It's all so simple for you, grab yourself by the wig, like that very München d'Hauzen, ugh, or Budapest Cyberscotch, and you've pulled yourself out of the swamp of mediocrity, hop- ... - Well, let it be a few kopecks...
Backwoods, The pawn shop is certainly more subtle and profound, but it'll take a long time, while you're still collecting thirty kopecks for the Louvre vernissage; there'll already be a Lupine exhibit touring straight from Tula, as part of a cultural exchange of samovars. Appreciation must be struck while it's hot, tapping into the public's urgency and demand for cultural products and artistic handicrafts, and delivering this sought-after product directly with recommendations from the best billionaires and rabbit breeders. Create a ceremonial set of naked peasant women in the thickets of lust (Ivan Mironov and Chair Park) - here to help you. Paint in several variations depending on the region of sale: in the southern and eastern directions, brighter, generous use of umber and saturates; in European museums, more refined coolness and goosebumps. Work, he sits, waiting for value from the sea; water does not flow under a lying billionaire, she is already there, as the saying goes.
Backwoods, Lombard is certainly more subtle and profound, but it's too slow. While you're still able to collect thirty kopecks for the Louvre vernissage, there'll already be a Lupine exhibit touring straight from Tula, as part of a cultural exchange of samovars. Appreciation must be struck while it's hot, tapping into the public's urgency and demand for cultural products and artistic handicrafts, and delivering this sought-after product directly with recommendations from the best billionaires and rabbit breeders. Create a ceremonial set of naked peasant women in the thickets of lust (Ivan Mironov and Chair Park) - here to help you. Paint in several variations depending on the region of sale. For southern and eastern destinations, brighter colors are recommended, generous with umber and saturates; for European museums, more refined coldness and the bluish tint of goosebumps. Work, he sits, waiting for value from the sea; water doesn't flow under a recumbent billionaire, she's already there, as the saying goes.
I confess, somewhere around the middle of your recipe for increasing the degree of value, I got confused and despondent. I only realized that I need to forge samovars before they lose interest in the Louvre, and that a recumbent billionaire has poor flowability and there may be problems with the hydraulic connections. There's also something about heaps of lust... it seems to be about peasant women weighing one and a half hundred kilograms of pure love, adorned with goosebumps. And just for a second, we're a port city here, and everyone's waiting for something from the sea.
By the way, it's been a whole week since you left. Or have your appreciation levels improved?
By the way, it's been a whole week since you left. Or has your appreciation improved?[/quote] Backwoods, You're as indifferent and callous as a Tula gingerbread cookie. I've already left so many times, irrevocably and forever: twice to go home, a couple of times to the hell out, once slamming the door and pinching Vasily's aiguillettes on his codpiece (not to be confused with a sailor's jack), I left cursing, "Burn in the ass of photography!" and with kind, feigned rolls of joy, "Don't think ill of me, always your nasal writer and truth-teller." And you didn't notice any of this on your spiritual radar, what a bastard you are, and I have saved you a barrel of turnips with juniper jam...don't call me ever again, until tomorrow inclusive.
Viktor Kirillov, Oh, Viktor, I envy you like a black square. I had a visitor just mutter something unintelligible and disappear. And what gorgeous footcloths they're writing you, hmm... They're dissecting your creative path, analyzing it. Soon you'll be able to submit your material to the ZhZL collection. And from there, it's not far to a film adaptation. Which actor do you see playing Viktor Kirillov?
Viktor Kirillov, Oh, Viktor, I envy you with my black square. I had a visitor just blurt out something unintelligible and disappear. And what gorgeous footcloths they're writing you, hmm... My creative path is being dissected and analyzed. Soon I'll be able to submit materials to the Lives of Remarkable People collection. And from there, it's not far to a film adaptation. Which actor do you see playing Viktor Kirillov?
Backwoods, I'm afraid they're sweating, I copied it, the administration deleted it??? I'd be tempted to hire monks to scan my life story onto parchment with quill pens. I haven't fully read the script yet, I might have to make some more edits. We'll be asking N.S. Mikhalkov or Chaplin for the role of Viktor. The operator position is still open, and your billionairesses will be useful as milkmaids and shepherdesses who, from childhood, followed Vitya into the distance, or to the nearest bushes.
Viktor Kirillov, Oh, Viktor, I envy you with my black square. I had a visitor just blurt out something unintelligible and disappear. And what gorgeous rags they're writing you, hmm... They're dissecting your creative path, analyzing it. Soon it will be possible to submit materials to the ZhZL collection. And from there, it's not far to a film adaptation. Which actor do you see playing Viktor Kirillov?
Backwoods, Can you somehow copy this for me so it doesn't get lost? This is the second time the administration has deleted it without any explanation. Or should I ask the biographer to personally email me a photocopy?
Backwoods, could you somehow copy this for me so it doesn't get lost? This is the second time the administration has deleted it without any explanation. Or should I ask my biographer to email me a photocopy personally?
Sorry, brother, I'm a bit late. But don't despair. I think the new version of your life story will be enriched with new facts and quotes from newspaper clippings, as well as folklore. In the meantime, ask your biographer to send you the drafts via encrypted sewer lines, either in the shed or near the porch.
Viktor Kirillov, Sorry, brother, I'm a bit late. But don't despair. I think the new version of your life story will be updated with new facts and quotes from newspaper clippings, as well as folklore. In the meantime, ask your biographer—let him send you the sketches through encrypted sewer channels, either in the shed or right next to the porch.
Backwoods, I'll leave here for real. Looks like Master of Science left a half-witted intern in his place, or did they secretly rewrite the rules???!!! Now a heart with a one will automatically appear under this comment. What a paradox!
Backwoods, I'm leaving here for real. Apparently, Mastak left a half-witted intern in his place, or did they secretly rewrite the rules???!!!
Now a heart with a one will automatically appear under this comment, a paradox?!
Viktor, take your time and take it easy. You don't want to repeat the feat popularly known as "Hedgehog's Dive"? What if they screw you over, and then what are you supposed to do here?
I don't know, you should have a feature like this: if someone writes a comment, it's automatically forwarded to the email you specified during registration. Check it out. If the chapters of my life are so dear to you, they should have been saved there.
Viktor Kirillov, Viktor, take your time and take it easy. You don't want to repeat the feat popularly known as "Hedgehog's Pike," do you? What are you supposed to do here if they screw you over?
I don't know, you should have a feature like this: if someone comments on you, it's automatically forwarded to the email you specified during registration. Check it out. If the chapters of my life's story are so dear to you, they should have been saved there.
Backwoods, That wasn't under my photo, that's why I copied it. I don't see any point in staying here any longer; the only thing is, it's a shame to part with your billionairesses.
I don't see any point in staying here any longer, the only thing is, it's a shame to leave your billionaires ((
What happened? Well, they deleted the whole block of letters, I think they just filled the feed with way more than is allowed. Honey plants also want space, and here, practically, two pages, and all about Vikstur the Magnificent. So, citizens complained to the local committee, the trade union, and the UN. This is no reason to puff up like a sunfish and threaten final, permanent departure. Imagine what will happen here: - Oh, what a lovely photo - Oh, thank you, thank you, and you too are very - Oh, it's nice to hear from a recognized master - Oh, you're more recognized - No, you - No, you, no, you
Victor, any fighter for truth and purity Photos (like a tank player) must be thick-skinned.
Viktor Kirillov, Oh, what the hell happened? They deleted a bunch of letters, I think they just filled the feed with way more than was allowed. Honey plants also want space, but here, practically, there are two pages, and all about Vikstur the Magnificent. So, citizens complained to the local committee, the trade union, and the UN. This is no reason to puff up like a sunfish and threaten final, permanent retirement. Imagine what will happen here: - Oh, what a lovely photo - Oh, thank you, thank you, and yours is also very - Oh, it's nice to hear from a recognized master - Oh, you're more recognized - No, you - No, you, no, you
Viktor, any fighter for truth and purity in photography (like a Tank player) must have thick skin.
Backwoods, Well, all the more reason for me to interfere with people doing business with summer residents. I'm of no use, only harm to statistics and Zhenya Ermakov.
Dear colleagues! May the author of this work forgive me... Under the pseudonym Vixtur, we see the works of photographer Viktor Kirillov. Not a photographer, not an artist, but a photo artist. For he creates his paintings with photography. Presented here is one work from the "Airship" series, which won first place in the "Another Reality" category of the 8th city open photography competition "Samara View 2016." http://sjrs.ru/wp/?p=7093
Enough of your coquetry. The passing of such a master is a great loss for any site
Backwoods, my friend, unfortunately you are not the owner of this site, even though you are a master of artistic expression.
Well, yes, I am not the owner of this site, nor am I the master of artistic expression. Why such pseudism? No one is kicking you out, you didn't bother with the latest Chinese warning, and there's no red laser dot on your forehead... So what's so sad about that? Oleg should be worried – they wasted such a monumental work.
Viktor Kirillov, Well, yes, I'm not the master of this site, nor the master of artistic expression. Why such psemiss? No one's kicking you out, you didn't bother with the latest Chinese warning, there's no red laser dot on your forehead... So what's so sad about that? Oleg should be worried – they wasted such a monumental work.
Backwoods, A Samara perspective from 2016. It's 2020 now. During his time on the site, this master artist has achieved nothing but a mass ban, demonstrating a clingy personality. No one wants to deal with him. There are no ideas. No new competitions. You can't live off a four-year achievement. Airships at amusement parks have long been a thing of the past without the participation of a maestro. So, is there reason for optimism? Where? The standard approach is to go around various websites with a bag of old photos and lick the foam off the top.
Oleg should be worried – such a monumental work was wasted.[/quote] Backwoods, The photographer has a solo photo exhibition tomorrow, the press, television, distinguished guests, and parliamentarians are invited, and he spent all night writing the Life of Victor, rummaging through archives, pasting newspaper clippings. Yeah, to offend our tongue-tied man like that would require a complete lack of heart.
Backwoods, Samara view from 2016. It's 2020 now. During his time on the site, the master artist has achieved nothing but a mass ban, demonstrating a clingy personality. No one wants to deal with him. No ideas. No new contests. You can't live off a four-year achievement. Airships at amusement parks have long been a thing of the past without the maestro's participation. So, is there reason for optimism? Where? The standard approach is to browse various sites with a bag of old photos and lick the cream.
Well, that's it... Let's see. So, Victor has a lot of works, noted by other members. And quite a few noted. What can you boast about? A mass ban? Just look at his feed - thanks upon thanks under empty clicks. That's exactly what he's talking about. And the fact that these "extremely-mutually-grateful" people are banning is their problem, not his, Victor's.
"Nobody wants to deal with him"? I do. Am I nobody? I'm much more interested in him, despite his personality, than the others. However, Victor can answer that himself.
The photographer has a solo photo exhibition tomorrow, and the press, television, distinguished guests, and members of parliament are invited.
Well, you see... You should oil your bike and pedal toward the beautiful, following the compass and the stars, instead of making plans for your cosmic demise.
Alexandr Popov, Well, it's... Let's see. So, Viktor has a lot of work, marked by other members. And quite a few marked. What can you boast about? A mass ban? Just look at the feed – thanks after thanks under empty clicks. That's exactly what he's talking about. And the fact that these "extremely-mutually-grateful" people are banning is their problem, not his, Viktor's.
"Nobody wants to deal with him"? I want to. Am I nobody? I'm much more interested in him, despite his personality, than the others. However, Viktor can answer that himself.
Backwoods, and I want to. But nobody criticizes me. They're probably afraid.
Alexandr Popov, Well, so-so... Let's see. So, Viktor has a lot of work, tagged by other members. And quite a few tagged. What can you boast about? A mass ban? Just look at his feed – thanks after thanks under empty clicks. That's exactly what he's talking about. And the fact that these "extremely-mutually-grateful" people are banning him is their problem, not his, Viktor's.
"Nobody wants to deal with him"? I want to. Am I nobody? I'm much more interested in him, despite his personality, than the others. However, Viktor can answer that himself.
Backwoods, I'm not trying to brag about anything. I'm not a photographer. I have enough of what I have. Admitted photos and videos are also plenty. A recent extreme: 3,000 people liked the photo, 460 shared it with friends. A recent video on VK: 1,260 views. These are just numbers; I'm not judging it from any artistic perspective. It's just statistics. And I don't need Viktors with their ambitions and quirks for this. I just do it. For my own pleasure. So watching the efforts of critics is frankly ridiculous – people are entertaining themselves with trolling. People choose their own friends. If you want to perform with him as mockingbirds, who's going to stop you? The whole evening is in the arena.
Backwoods, I want to too. But no one criticizes me. They're probably afraid.)
Flounder and Light Herring, You have nothing to criticize. To provoke criticism, you have to do something that a critic understands. For example, Malevich made the Black Square—and for 105 years now, critics have been criticizing. Or you have to be someone special to be noticed barking at an elephant. That's also an option. And with Malevich, both cards matched. Like, 21.
I'm not a photographer. I'm happy with what I have.
Well, that's strange again... This is supposedly a platform specifically for photographers. Many have success on social media, but that's a different matter.
So watching the criticism is downright funny – people are just entertaining themselves with trolling.
Where do you find it downright funny? Give me a link to the trolling, I want to laugh out loud too. From what I read in the comments, Vitya didn't insult anyone. He didn't sing traditional songs – that's true, he didn't. And if he didn't praise with sticky words, but rather criticized, he gets banned for this "trolling" – well, who else is more reasonable? The beekeepers or him?
And I don't need Viktors with their ambitions and quirks for that.
With what ambitions? How do these ambitions manifest themselves? And what are the hang-ups? Your statements seem rather empty. Purely emotional.
But no one criticizes me. They're probably afraid.)
Of course they're afraid! You're a future doctor, if I'm not mistaken? I'd be afraid too... You go to the dentist, and he's like, "Aha-ha, and remember how you downvoted my photo, huh?"
Alexandr Popov, What ambitions? How do they manifest themselves? And what are the problems? Your statements are somewhat empty. Purely based on emotions.
Backwoods, Hmm... I stopped Vitya even before you showed up here. After a sufficient amount of close communication. I won't repeat myself, this page is closed. I've had my fill, with enough for a couple of years. As for criticism... Simply put, no matter how much you criticize a work, the author's way of thinking and vision cannot be changed. If they slap on vulgarity, they won't start slapping on masterpieces. You can teach photography technique; there's nothing inherently difficult about it. It's difficult to get a model to create a formal image—but that's what professional models are trained for... but cultivating taste in mature people is impossible. There will always be naked women in abandonment. There will always be naked women with suitcases in the woods. It's also impossible to teach someone how to communicate with a prospective student—it requires tact and patience. Photo site critics have neither. Therefore, the only acceptable criterion here is whether it's a positive or negative. Even when a photo is clearly ruined, people get offended. They may simply not be able to see it. And one more thing—all this fuss consumes a colossal amount of energy that could be used not for "criticizing" someone else's work, but for creating your own. I know creative people—they're "in themselves." They're passionate about their work. Although, according to reviews, those same poets and lyricists, when they get together to listen to each other, can easily resort to fistfights.
Regarding criticism... Simply put, no matter how much you criticize a work, the author's way of thinking and vision cannot be changed. If they slap on vulgarity, they won't start churning out masterpieces. You can teach photography technique; there's nothing inherently difficult about it. It's difficult to get a model to do the right thing—but that's what professional models are trained for. But cultivating taste in mature people is impossible. There will always be naked women in abandoned buildings. There will always be naked women with suitcases in the forest. It's also impossible to teach someone how to communicate with a prospective student—that requires tact and patience. Photo site critics have neither. Therefore, the criterion that is acceptable here is whether it's NRA or not. Even when a photo is clearly ruined, people get offended. They may simply not be able to see it technically. And one more thing: all this fuss consumes a colossal amount of energy that could be used not for "criticizing" others, but for creating your own. I know creative people – they're "within themselves." They're passionate about their work. Although, according to reviews, those same lyric poets, when they gather to listen to each other, can easily break into fistfights...
Okay, so that's your take on criticism. So be it. I don't see any point of contention here. Perhaps "all this fuss consumes a colossal amount of energy that could be used not for "criticizing" others, but for creating your own" – again, who is this message addressed to? For me, energy can be used both for criticism and for creating your own. What's the problem? There are creative people who are "within themselves," and there are those who need constant communication.
I just don't get it, they started baiting Viktor, and now they're going on with the global themes of accepting creativity...
Flounder and Herring Light, Of course they're afraid! You're a future doctor, if I'm not mistaken? I'd be afraid too... You go to the dentist, and he's like, "Aha-ha, remember how you disliked my photo?" I'd die right there, even before the treatment.
Backwoods, no, I have a trendy specialty. I used to think it was just a quick fix, but now... Epidemics will only get worse every year.
Flounder and Light Herring, You have nothing to criticize. To provoke criticism, you have to do something a critic understands. For example, Malevich made the Black Square—and for 105 years, critics have been criticizing. Or you have to be someone special to be seen barking at an elephant. That's also an option. And with Malevich, both cards matched. Like, 21.
Alexandr Popov, So, does that mean my works are practically masterpieces, since the critics are stupefied?
Alexandr Popov, So, does that mean my works are practically masterpieces, since the critics are stunned?
Kambala i Selyodka Light, you failed to interest them. A critic usually has three goals: first, to show off. That obviously doesn't work for you. Second, to generate ideas for your own work. Apparently, that's also a miss. Third, to do something nasty to your, shall we say, opponent. Judging by everything, you either don't have any opponents, or haven't made any yet. You've been running the site for a while now; you see that criticism is usually handled by established groups. All the other riot of color passes them by. And so, apparently, you're missing the point.
Okay, so that's your take on criticism. So be it. I don't see any point of contention here. Perhaps "all this fuss consumes a colossal amount of energy that could be used not for 'criticizing' someone else's work, but for creating your own"—again, who is this message addressed to? For me, energy can be used for both criticism and for creating your own. What's the problem? There are creative people who are "within themselves," and there are those who need constant communication.
I just don't understand, they started by trashing Viktor, and now they're talking about the global acceptance of creativity...
Backwoods, Why trash? A maxim in response to yours. It fits the mood. What's the problem? Oh, and yes, I should note that I have one quality: when I see people trashing my friends and acquaintances, I actively dislike it. And I can easily catch the mood and deliver a maxim. Something harmless, to begin with... And then the art critics disappear from the site.
I have one quality - when I see people trying to slander my friends and acquaintances, I actively dislike it.
Ah, well, you could have just stated the motive right away. Apparently, Vitka picked on one of your friends? Okay. I once scolded Aunt Aida, and I guess her entire support group hates me now. The clan system hasn't been abolished
Now let's have a lesson in logic. You don't like it when people touch your friends and acquaintances. So you're expressing negativity towards me, Victor's friend? Should I like it? Sorry, sometimes I don't understand what's going on
Master Hello! Some people mentioned some issues with comments. I encountered the same issue. I'm used to being able to send a comment with "Ctrl+Enter." Lately, sometimes when writing a comment, I need to break a line. I just press Enter, and the message suddenly flies into the feed unfinished. And sometimes, it doesn't, the line break works.
Alexandr Popov, Ah, well, you could have just stated the motive right away. Apparently, Vitka picked on one of your friends? Okay. I once scolded Aunt Aida, and I guess her entire support group hates me now. The clan system hasn't been abolished.
Now let's give a lesson in logic. You don't like it when your friends and acquaintances are touched. So, you're expressing negative comments towards me, Victor's friend? Should I like that? Sorry, sometimes I don't understand what's going on.
Backwoods, And why do you need to understand? You just shouldn't support the attacks of your friend who just won't calm down. Maybe Oleg won't even try to respond. This whole mess has really driven a lot of people off the site. Your friend's bad habit is that he can't stop in time, and then runs around the bathhouse without soap. Oleg stopped posting here; he got rid of him—who's better off? Those who used to bully him also left—they liked to play with the facets of their very high education, finding a convenient target who even tried to fight back as best she could. Your friend continued the tradition; he showed no inclination for anything more intelligent. Only to keep him in the bathhouse.
you just shouldn't support the attacks of your friend who just won't calm down
I should note that I don't interfere in Viktor's squabbles, even if I agree with him.
Oleg stopped posting here. He drove him out—who's feeling better?
What kind of kindergarten is this? Is Oleg a child? How can anyone be driven out of here? As far as I remember, Oleg never minced his words, and the same dust flew in response. There's always been a squabble on photo forums. Differences in views on art are normal.
Who's feeling better?
Who cares. Oleg is still a character, sometimes it's "delete the works," sometimes it's "delete the account," sometimes it's FB. Well, just ban this Victor and you won't have to see his "vile libels," that's all. Tragedy.
Viktor Kirillov, Victor, where are you again forever? Or are you just pedaling your way to Tula? Enough of being a spectator. A dispute is being debated here about your soul, and you're just twirling your mustache and chuckling. Come out to the people and repent. Or rip your shirt off. Or just rip it off and repent. He's sitting there, fixing his laptop with a blowtorch, and I'm the one who has to take the rap for him.
Oh well. I scolded Aunt Aida once, and I guess her entire support group hates me now. The clan system hasn't been abolished.
Backwoods, When did you "scold" me? I didn't notice! And as for the "clan support group"—you're just flattering me! I respect you deeply, but don't flatter me! It's not your thing!
When did you "reprimand" me? I didn't notice! And regarding the "clan support group"—you're flattering me! I deeply respect you, but don't flatter me! That's not your forte!
Sorry, I didn't reprimand you, I criticized you. My feeble and helpless vocabulary didn't find the right verb in that context. And don't give up your clan.
Viktor Kirillov, Victor, where are you again forever? Or are you just pedaling your way to Tula? Enough of being a spectator. A dispute over your soul is being debated here, and you're just twirling your mustache and chuckling. Come out to the people and repent. Or rip your shirt off. Or just go and repent. He's sitting there, fixing his laptop with a blowtorch, and I'm the one who has to answer for him.
Backwoods, well, no need to answer. The topic is closed. I wasn't really expecting an answer, I could have passed. We just let loose.
I wasn't really expecting an answer, I could have just skipped a turn. Just letting it slip by chance.
Damn, guys, I can't figure you out. If you ignore them, they get offended, like, "I've caught you being arrogant." You start responding, and it turns out you didn't even need an answer, you weren't expecting one.
Alexandr Popov, Damn, guys, it's hard to figure you out. If you ignore them, they get offended, like they've caught their ego, they're arrogant. You start responding, and it turns out you didn't need a response anyway, didn't expect one. I'll go to the whiskey pump, fill up, and reset.
Backwoods, Well, there's this thing—if you pass by people making fun of someone, throw a brick over the fence and move on. Just so they don't lose their sense of smell. What's surprising about that? It's pointless to write to a rubber band, and I won't. But if I try to apply it to his infrastructure, maybe he'll move something. Contacts are valuable to him. I have to explain simple things ))) I can't stand the sight of whiskey anymore... good thing it's gone.
Master Hello! Some people mentioned some issues with comments. I encountered the same issue. I'm used to being able to send a comment with "Ctrl+Enter." Lately, sometimes when writing a comment, I need to break a line. I just press Enter, and the message suddenly flies into the feed unfinished. But sometimes, it doesn't, the line break works.
Backwoods, Perhaps CTRL+Enter isn't supported somewhere, but Enter shouldn't.
Who cares. Oleg is also a character, sometimes it's "delete works," sometimes it's "delete the account," sometimes it's FB.
Backwoods, Sergey, here's the thing: sooner or later you begin to understand one simple truth: -If everyone hates you so much, is it worth showing anything at all? And why? You see, Vitya, you did a very good thing, turning the site into one big flame war. Has anyone benefited from this? No. Has anyone become a better filmmaker? No! They've just started "loving" Vitya more.
Master, Sorry, I know it shouldn't, but this isn't the first time; it started happening about a month ago. I checked the keyboard. There's no freezing.
Backwoods, Sergey, here's the thing: sooner or later you begin to understand one simple truth: - if everyone hates you so much, is it worth showing anything at all? And why? You see, Vitya, you did a very good thing, turning the site into one big flame war. Has anyone benefited from this? No. Has anyone become a better filmmaker? No! They've simply become more "loved."
Oleg, let's tone down the pathos a bit, okay? Be careful about the truths. They are different, everyone has their own. What has Viktor turned everything into here? What flame war? You actively supported this flame war with your responses.
As for loving him - who knows. We're not on a "let's get married" site here. And respecting him for his frankness - I can easily imagine that they have become. As for filming better. Did they become better filmmakers because they only heard squealing and squealing about everything, which isn't always suitable for the sa? A simple example: Zhenya Ryzhov, after receiving rivers of retaliation, became a better filmmaker?
Well, I click on the author's nickname to reply, and it appears in the comment submission field. I want to move down, indent the line above, and then I press Enter. A blank message appears in the feed. Second option: I'm writing a comment and also want to separate paragraphs with Enter, and it also works. Not always, but sometimes.
Now the paragraph wrapping works. But sometimes it doesn't.
Backwoods, where exactly do you most often look at photos and read comments? In the popup or on the full photo page? I just checked both, and Enter just breaks the line, while Ctrl+Enter only works from the photo page.
Backwoods, Sergey, here's the thing: sooner or later you begin to understand one simple truth: - if everyone hates you so much, is it worth showing anything at all? And why? You see, Vitya, you did a great job, turning the site into one big flame war. Has it made anyone feel better? No. Has anyone taken better photos? No! People just "like" Vitya more.
Delete Account, Oleg, why react to supposedly "out-of-this-world photographers"? If you want to show off, show off, and say it all came down to 4-5 inadequate, unsettled individuals...maybe they have a lingering intestinal infection...come back, the site needs you more than these librarians!!!
Backwoods, where exactly do you most often view photos and read comments? In the popup or on the full photo page? I just checked both, and Enter just breaks the line, while Ctrl+Enter only sends from the photo page.
I view, read, and send on the full page, or whatever you say... Okay, if this is an isolated incident, it doesn't matter. I just had to occasionally delete empty comments, which looked bad in the feed, like I'd cheated someone.
Oleg, let's tone down the pathos a bit, okay? Be careful about the truths. They're different, everyone has their own. What kind of holy war is Victor turning this into? What kind of holy war? You actively supported this holy war with your responses.
Backwoods, the pathos isn't for me, it's for the surrealist from the Kurumochin swamp.
Did I support the holy war?
There's a method when putting out a forest fire: they set a backfire. It usually works.
And if the director hadn't poured water on it, the fire would have been extinguished long ago. But he probably enjoys all this fuss. Let it all go up in flames.
Yes, about Ryzhov's wife... But here I don't care at all how anyone films. Well, not at all, not at all... Not at all, not at all interested.
I'm interested in myself, how I film, and what I can do. And somehow it just so happened that I've gotten used to judging myself. I'll tell you a secret, I got used to living on my own very early, from the age of fifteen. I don't need recommendations from others. I feel great without them.
G. Meremyanin, Gennady! Why did I unban you, huh? You're on my page. No need to conduct separate negotiations here.
Backwoods, )))) That's the problem, I banned you too...haha, on the page, and the tone makes it feel like I've walked into your bedroom... quit playing tanks, negotiator))))))
G. Meremyanin, Gennady, I don't dare address you informally. Where were you hiding me? I can see – the views have just started – and you're right at the top, oops.
Let's leave the bedroom and librarian stuff aside, okay? Enough of this nonsense. Gennady, you seem to be getting on in years. I told you not to mangle my nickname. I said it calmly, right? You didn't react. I repeated it a second time, like in kindergarten – no name-calling. What have you done? Bastard-bastard-bastard Gena, even kids understand the first time.
Why are you poking me with these tanks? Why do you care?
Master, I watch, read, and send on a full-page, or whatever you say... Okay, if it's an isolated incident, it doesn't matter. I just had to occasionally delete empty comments, which looked bad in the feed, like I'd scammed someone.
Backwoods, I think you can edit a comment within 15 minutes of writing it.
Well, why not? They hate you here... Hatred is a strong emotion, you have to earn it.
And somehow it just so happened that I've gotten used to judging myself. I'll tell you a secret, I got used to living independently, very early on, since I was about fifteen. I don't need recommendations from others. I feel great without them.
Well, great, very commendable. But if you're independent and your own boss, what do you want? Victor, it turns out you shouldn't bother with anything. Recommendations are unnecessary, criticism (God forbid) is unnecessary too. So what's the problem?
Master, I see. Yes, that's what I'm doing. Thank you! Sorry if I bothered you unnecessarily.
Backwoods, on the contrary, if you notice anything suspicious, errors, or incorrect work, please let me know. Just be sure to post it in the blog, not under "work," so as not to clutter the comments.
Victor, it turns out he shouldn't bother you at all.
Backwoods, Golden words, Yuri Venediktovich Tell that to that surrealist. Maybe you can get it through to him. Let him not bother me, Ryzhov, Lena, Velvet, and the rest of them, who sent him down Mother Volga long ago. Somehow, no one has ever managed to get this simple idea through to him.
Backwoods, [a] Golden words, Yuri Venediktovich[/s] tell that to that surrealist. Maybe you can get it through to him. Don't bother me, Ryzhov, Lena, Velvet, and the rest of them, who sent him down Mother Volga a long time ago. Somehow, no one has ever managed to get this simple idea through to him.
Oh, right. I missed the part where I volunteered to be Viktor's nanny. Where on earth am I supposed to tell him anything? And why can't I bother all those respected people you listed? Are they untouchable? This is a photo forum, and bothering you with criticism is perfectly normal. The thing is, you don't like it (the criticism). That's understandable. If you can, respond with dignity. If you can't, respond with responses like "get lost." And "you're a fool" can't fix it. If you're confident in your rightness, highlight the strengths of your work, explain the nuances the critic missed. If you don't want to do that, ban them. Associate with the circle of your choosing. Today you wrote about Vitka's life... do you think that's a noble act? Does that somehow make you superior to him? Alas, no. Sorry
Oh, how! I missed the moment when I volunteered to be Victor's nanny.
Backwoods, oh, how... And I remember that not so long ago, you personally, Sergey, asked me not to touch Victor. You asked me personally, under your photo. Yes, yes, yes, that happened. Remember! I promised then that I wouldn't mention him anymore. I didn't... By the way, I would have "forgotten" to send an invitation. But he started publicly complaining that I had promised him a sham. I had to send one with a custom design.
But the truth is, the surrealist from Kurumochi periodically mentioned me, under your photos. And somehow you never made similar requests of him. You're not being entirely consistent... Could you please make the same request to him – not to write my last name and anything associated with it under your photos, including about my photos that were once published here, and which are no longer there?
I understand he's bored. But the sheriff doesn't care about Native American issues.
Yes, I think, I'm quite sure, 99%, that all those people who banned him could have made similar requests. That's what the ban is for, after all. But the site's flaws allow for the shaming of photos and other ways to commemorate the authors who banned it.
G. Meremyanin, Gennady, I don't dare address you informally. Where were you hiding me? I can see – the views have just started – and you're right at the top, oops.
Let's leave the bedroom and librarian stuff aside, okay? Enough of this nonsense. Gennady, you seem to be getting on in years. I told you not to mangle my nickname. I said it calmly, right? You didn't react. I repeated it a second time, like in kindergarten – no need to call me names. What have you done? Baskuda-baskuda-baskuda Gena, even kids understand the first time.
Why are you poking me with these tanks? Why do you care?
Backwoods, I don't like it when people start telling me how to address someone (especially at my age) in absentia, and even younger than me... And now I've given them a reason to address me familiarly, and even informally (Gena, even kids understand that the first time)? The relationship developed mutually. Who was the first to mock the avatar calling headgear (a construction helmet) a saucepan on the well-worn here@mypage@? For the record, tanks are played by children and old people because they have nothing better to do, and by arrogant, free-spirited individuals... Draw your own conclusion: if you want to be treated accordingly, regardless of how others take photos and put you on display... Well, I'll see. It seemed to me that Viktor Kirillov is more understanding (this depends mainly on education and upbringing). I'm pressed for time... 6 AM and the old people are waiting for a two-day fishing trip...
Come with us, my hunting buddies told me, let's shoot at cans... and bring your models, so we'll have someone to show off.
Why not go, I thought, maybe I'll snap some photos. We packed up, equipped ourselves with billionairesses, and off we went, heading for trophies and headaches.
I'm not a hunter myself, and I don't own a shooter. Unarmed and not contributing to the squad's firepower, I was left in camp to tend the fire and cook the meat I'd brought with me, in case of a fiasco with the game. The ladies, however, were eager to get to the front lines, wanting to do pew-pew and all that.
We gave them a gun from our spare ones, explained where the bird would fly out from, and where the bullet would also fly from. They put us in position, or rather, told us to lie in a ditch, keep a sharp eye, and wait for game to attack. The men went deeper into the jungle.
At first, the women stared dutifully at the bushes in the direction of a likely attack by wild animals. They stared for a long time, about half an hour. Then the warm autumn sun drowsied them and they dozed off. When they came to, they discovered that no one was around, the sounds of hunting barely audible in the distance.
I was sitting in camp, watching our warrior women trudge along, dragging their rifles along the ground, smearing tears and snot. They explained, "They've forgotten usu ... They succeeded, but most of the contents ended up on their faces, hair, and clothes. I told them to go to the fire, dry off, and don't touch anything. They pouted, but obediently sat down next to the fire, stretching out their legs. They sat quietly, chatting quietly, until one of them caught fire with a rubber boot.
Amidst their desperate squeals, I watched something resembling an Irish dance. The other one tried to put out the fire, frantically hitting her with a spruce branch.
Just in case, I checked their gun. As I thought, there were no bullets in it...
So... hedgehog-yosh... And how does that compare to my wisdom?
I wanted to say - who hunts like that!
Viktor, those were the days:
"...The graceful retouching, the variety of natural colors, and the author's light hand work wonders! All I can do is enjoy watching and recommend it! ..." (ZhR)
And what now? The honey plants don't even bother...
Or maybe we should set the passing score at 25-30
Well, no one has abolished the flag semaphore, banging tom-toms, and signaling with smoke. I'm not even talking about Mr. Morse's latest invention.
And you need to oil your laptop regularly and don't put an iron on it. It really ruins it.
What's your opinion on undervaluation?
Backwoods,
Whose underestimation are you asking about, yours or the father of this progressive movement's founders? I remember his bare-bottomed gymnasts at the tents in the morning were greeted with great enthusiasm here, and three asses with a bird were even awarded the honorary RD badge! Strength is in their power (c) Your appreciation cannot be measured in local currency, for you are examples of unearthly billionaire beauty, and those capable of appreciating this at its true worth are only one or two Emirati sheikhs and princes by blood, and Victor is the only ones here. Appreciation should not be waited for while sitting on the studio porch, but carried to the masses through Odnoklassniki on VKontakte at personal exhibitions in Tula, go to the Elder of Instructions, wash the lens in the sacred waters of the Upa, discover the secret of success and over-appreciation in all respects.
I was thinking about something. Here's an author. He's underappreciated. What can he do? He sees—well, he's a masterpiece, for sure. His wife says it's a masterpiece, and his children and grandchildren say the same. But here, they don't appreciate him, no matter what. Unfair, right? So what should I do?
And the Elder turns out not to be all that wise, and younger than me, alas
Yes, the old man is bald beyond his deserts.
And what if, like soulless mountain climbers (we don't like them), they grab someone by the tail from Parnassus and start underestimating them? And yours are just smoldering...
No, we need to be more subtle here... or think deeper and further. So, just take a masterpiece, admire it for a week, and then take it to a pawn shop for an appraisal. They say:
- I'll give you thirty...
- silver?
- No, kopecks.
- Well, kopecks, then...
There's also something about heaps of lust... it seems to be about peasant women weighing one and a half hundred kilograms of pure love, adorned with goosebumps. And just for a second, we're a port city here, and everyone's waiting for something from the sea.
By the way, it's been a whole week since you left. Or have your appreciation levels improved?
Backwoods, You're as indifferent and callous as a Tula gingerbread cookie. I've already left so many times, irrevocably and forever: twice to go home, a couple of times to the hell out, once slamming the door and pinching Vasily's aiguillettes on his codpiece (not to be confused with a sailor's jack), I left cursing, "Burn in the ass of photography!" and with kind, feigned rolls of joy, "Don't think ill of me, always your nasal writer and truth-teller." And you didn't notice any of this on your spiritual radar, what a bastard you are, and I have saved you a barrel of turnips with juniper jam...don't call me ever again, until tomorrow inclusive.
They're dissecting your creative path, analyzing it. Soon you'll be able to submit your material to the ZhZL collection. And from there, it's not far to a film adaptation. Which actor do you see playing Viktor Kirillov?
Now a heart with a one will automatically appear under this comment. What a paradox!
I don't know, you should have a feature like this: if someone writes a comment, it's automatically forwarded to the email you specified during registration. Check it out. If the chapters of my life are so dear to you, they should have been saved there.
This is no reason to puff up like a sunfish and threaten final, permanent departure.
Imagine what will happen here:
- Oh, what a lovely photo
- Oh, thank you, thank you, and you too are very
- Oh, it's nice to hear from a recognized master
- Oh, you're more recognized
- No, you
- No, you, no, you
Victor, any fighter for truth and purity Photos (like a tank player) must be thick-skinned.
Why such pseudism? No one is kicking you out, you didn't bother with the latest Chinese warning, and there's no red laser dot on your forehead... So what's so sad about that?
Oleg should be worried – they wasted such a monumental work.
Backwoods, The photographer has a solo photo exhibition tomorrow, the press, television, distinguished guests, and parliamentarians are invited, and he spent all night writing the Life of Victor, rummaging through archives, pasting newspaper clippings. Yeah, to offend our tongue-tied man like that would require a complete lack of heart.
A mass ban? Just look at his feed - thanks upon thanks under empty clicks. That's exactly what he's talking about. And the fact that these "extremely-mutually-grateful" people are banning is their problem, not his, Victor's.
"Nobody wants to deal with him"? I do. Am I nobody? I'm much more interested in him, despite his personality, than the others.
However, Victor can answer that himself.
Where do you find it downright funny? Give me a link to the trolling, I want to laugh out loud too. From what I read in the comments, Vitya didn't insult anyone. He didn't sing traditional songs – that's true, he didn't. And if he didn't praise with sticky words, but rather criticized, he gets banned for this "trolling" – well, who else is more reasonable? The beekeepers or him?
With what ambitions? How do these ambitions manifest themselves? And what are the hang-ups? Your statements seem rather empty. Purely emotional.
I'd die right there, even before the treatment.
There are creative people who are "within themselves," and there are those who need constant communication.
I just don't get it, they started baiting Viktor, and now they're going on with the global themes of accepting creativity...
So, does that mean my works are practically masterpieces, since the critics are stupefied?
Okay. I once scolded Aunt Aida, and I guess her entire support group hates me now. The clan system hasn't been abolished
Now let's have a lesson in logic. You don't like it when people touch your friends and acquaintances. So you're expressing negativity towards me, Victor's friend? Should I like it?
Sorry, sometimes I don't understand what's going on
What kind of kindergarten is this? Is Oleg a child? How can anyone be driven out of here? As far as I remember, Oleg never minced his words, and the same dust flew in response.
There's always been a squabble on photo forums. Differences in views on art are normal.
Who cares. Oleg is still a character, sometimes it's "delete the works," sometimes it's "delete the account," sometimes it's FB. Well, just ban this Victor and you won't have to see his "vile libels," that's all.
Tragedy.
Come out to the people and repent. Or rip your shirt off. Or just rip it off and repent. He's sitting there, fixing his laptop with a blowtorch, and I'm the one who has to take the rap for him.
Backwoods, When did you "scold" me? I didn't notice! And as for the "clan support group"—you're just flattering me! I respect you deeply, but don't flatter me! It's not your thing!
And don't give up your clan.
I'll go to the whiskey pump, fill up, and reset.
-If everyone hates you so much, is it worth showing anything at all? And why?
You see, Vitya, you did a very good thing, turning the site into one big flame war. Has anyone benefited from this? No. Has anyone become a better filmmaker? No! They've just started "loving" Vitya more.
What has Viktor turned everything into here? What flame war? You actively supported this flame war with your responses.
As for loving him - who knows. We're not on a "let's get married" site here. And respecting him for his frankness - I can easily imagine that they have become.
As for filming better. Did they become better filmmakers because they only heard squealing and squealing about everything, which isn't always suitable for the sa? A simple example: Zhenya Ryzhov, after receiving rivers of retaliation, became a better filmmaker?
Second option: I'm writing a comment and also want to separate paragraphs with Enter, and it also works. Not always, but sometimes.
Now the paragraph wrapping works. But sometimes it doesn't.
Okay, if this is an isolated incident, it doesn't matter. I just had to occasionally delete empty comments, which looked bad in the feed, like I'd cheated someone.
No need for separate negotiations here.
Did I support the holy war?
There's a method when putting out a forest fire: they set a backfire. It usually works.
And if the director hadn't poured water on it, the fire would have been extinguished long ago. But he probably enjoys all this fuss. Let it all go up in flames.
Yes, about Ryzhov's wife... But here I don't care at all how anyone films. Well, not at all, not at all... Not at all, not at all interested.
I'm interested in myself, how I film, and what I can do.
And somehow it just so happened that I've gotten used to judging myself. I'll tell you a secret, I got used to living on my own very early, from the age of fifteen. I don't need recommendations from others. I feel great without them.
Let's leave the bedroom and librarian stuff aside, okay? Enough of this nonsense.
Gennady, you seem to be getting on in years. I told you not to mangle my nickname. I said it calmly, right? You didn't react.
I repeated it a second time, like in kindergarten – no name-calling. What have you done? Bastard-bastard-bastard
Gena, even kids understand the first time.
Why are you poking me with these tanks? Why do you care?
Well, great, very commendable. But if you're independent and your own boss, what do you want? Victor, it turns out you shouldn't bother with anything. Recommendations are unnecessary, criticism (God forbid) is unnecessary too.
So what's the problem?
Golden words, Yuri VenediktovichTell that to that surrealist. Maybe you can get it through to him. Let him not bother me, Ryzhov, Lena, Velvet, and the rest of them, who sent him down Mother Volga long ago. Somehow, no one has ever managed to get this simple idea through to him.Where on earth am I supposed to tell him anything? And why can't I bother all those respected people you listed? Are they untouchable? This is a photo forum, and bothering you with criticism is perfectly normal. The thing is, you don't like it (the criticism). That's understandable.
If you can, respond with dignity. If you can't, respond with responses like "get lost." And "you're a fool" can't fix it. If you're confident in your rightness, highlight the strengths of your work, explain the nuances the critic missed. If you don't want to do that, ban them. Associate with the circle of your choosing.
Today you wrote about Vitka's life... do you think that's a noble act? Does that somehow make you superior to him? Alas, no. Sorry
I didn't... By the way, I would have "forgotten" to send an invitation. But he started publicly complaining that I had promised him a sham. I had to send one with a custom design.
But the truth is, the surrealist from Kurumochi periodically mentioned me, under your photos. And somehow you never made similar requests of him. You're not being entirely consistent... Could you please make the same request to him – not to write my last name and anything associated with it under your photos, including about my photos that were once published here, and which are no longer there?
I understand he's bored. But the sheriff doesn't care about Native American issues.
Yes, I think, I'm quite sure, 99%, that all those people who banned him could have made similar requests. That's what the ban is for, after all. But the site's flaws allow for the shaming of photos and other ways to commemorate the authors who banned it.
The relationship developed mutually. Who was the first to mock the avatar calling headgear (a construction helmet) a saucepan on the well-worn here@mypage@?
For the record, tanks are played by children and old people because they have nothing better to do, and by arrogant, free-spirited individuals...
Draw your own conclusion: if you want to be treated accordingly, regardless of how others take photos and put you on display...
Well, I'll see. It seemed to me that Viktor Kirillov is more understanding (this depends mainly on education and upbringing).
I'm pressed for time... 6 AM and the old people are waiting for a two-day fishing trip...