Old-Slavic jewellery from archaeological sites in Poland (random examples).
(1) Jewellery discovered in Czermno, Tyszowce district, Poland, c. 12th-13th century [x], (2) Fibulas found in Świlcza, Rzeszów district, Poland, c. 5th century [x], (3) Various temple rings (kabłączki skroniowe) unearthed in Giecz, Dominowo district, Poland, c. 10th century [x], (4) Translated: “The characteristic adornment of the Slavs, found frequently in women’s burial sites, was a temple ring (kabłączek skroniowy), worn by the women of all positions / marital status. Size and lenght of the band and rings were a sign of the wealth status”. On picture: temple rings unearthed in Dziekanowice and Ostrów Legnicki, Gniezno district, Poland, c. 10th century [x], (5) Silver headdress ring, Góra Strękowa, Zawady district, Poland, c. 10th century [x], (6) Headdress ring discovered in Ochla, Zielona Góra district, Poland, c.10th century [x], (7) Silver pendant found in Obra Nowa, Wolsztyn district, Poland, c. 10th-11th century [x], (8) Kaptorga – silver container for amulets and herbs, Bodzia, Lubanie district, Poland, c. 11th century [x], (9) Silver clasps and other accessories from Radzików, Dzierżoniów district, Poland, c. 10th-11th century [x], (10) Various jewellery – page from the ‘Medieval Treasures of Wielkopolska’ exhibition’s flyer [x]
I think I’m always chasing that particular high you only get from certain rare stories – the ones that resonate with you on a strange personal level, like an implacable aroma that reminds you of something that was once very dear to you but has somehow been forgotten. Those stories that rewire your brain just a little, just for a while. Not every great story has this effect – I have enjoyed many excellent books and movies that did not change me.
It’s just that now and then, if you’re very lucky, you’ll come across a story that feels like home, or a like limb you didn’t even know you had or how you got by all these years without using it. These stories haunt you and become part of your personal canon.
In Russia a man named Ivan smashed his way through icy water to save a stray dog from drowning, he adopted the dog afterwards and named him Rex.
Hero
God, look at him go. Even money this man was part of some Soviet super soldier program back in the day.
Ivan is only 21 years old here’s photos of them afterwards
Ivan, to the ice keeping him from saving a good boy: I must break you
Ivan is a good man.
Horses are of a breed unique to Fantasyland. They are capable of galloping full-tilt all day without a rest. Sometimes they do not require food or water. They never cast shoes, go lame or put their hooves down holes, except when Management deems it necessary, as when the forces of the Dark Lord are only half an hour behind. They never otherwise stumble. Nor do they ever make life difficult for Tourists by biting or kicking their riders or one another. They never resist being mounted or blow out so that their girths slip, or do other things that make horses so chancy in this world. For instance, they never shy and seldom whinny or demand sugar at inopportune moments. […] Horses can be used just like bicycles, and usually are. Much research into how these exemplary animals come to exist has resulted in the following: no mare ever comes into season on the Tour and no stallion ever shows an interest in a mare; and few horses are described as geldings. It therefore seems probable that they breed by pollination. This theory seems to account for everything, since it is clear that the creatures do behave more like vegetables than mammals. It also explains why the Anglo-Saxon Cossacks and the Desert Nomads appear to have a monopoly on horse-breeding. They alone possess the secret of how to pollinate them.
Diana Wynne Jones, The Tough Guide to Fantasyland (via footnotesoldier)
You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you, asking “How Do I Die?”
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