Matrosha's Bucket (Peditse tsi Matrosha) - Revision history

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	As I snap out of my trance of unreached idealism,		As I snap out of my trance of unreached idealism,
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	== Footnotes ==		== Footnotes ==
	<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is present.		<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is present.
	[[Category:Story]]		[[Category:Story]]

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	== Footnotes ==		== Footnotes ==
	<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is present.		<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is present.
	[[Category:Story]]		[[Category:Story]]

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	''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus;''		''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus;''

	''Avenian Version available by Avenian Language Preservationist Prmonen Klevn-Amiodps (~~Прмонен Клевн~~-~~Амиодпс~~)''		''Avenian Version available by Avenian Language Preservationist Prmonen Klevn-Amiodps (Прмнн Клвн-Амйдпс)''

	== Entry ==		== Entry ==

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	''Translated and annotated by Dalkaisk Linguist Petir Bajean;''		''Translated and annotated by Dalkaisk Linguist Petir Bajean;''

	''Carthyan Version available by Tauran Language professor Telenos Porsevon;''		''Carthyan Version available by Tauran Language professor Telenos Porsevon (Τελενος Πορσεβ’ον);''

	''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''		''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus;''

			''Avenian Version available by Avenian Language Preservationist Prmonen Klevn-Amiodps (Прмонен Клевн-Амиодпс)''

	== Entry ==		== Entry ==
	I am Matrosha.		I am Matrosha.

	It has been 13 years since my		It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal person should live out his life. I am choked of these experiences.
	departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal person should live out his life. I am choked of these experiences.

	I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.		I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.

	I am not rich, nor do I have		I am not rich, nor do I have power. I am not an Oscdean, a Gerbian, or a Havenian. I am Dalkaisk, and I am Carthyan.
	power. I am not an Oscdean, a Gerbian, or a Havenian. I am Dalkaisk, and I am Carthyan.

	I woke up to the sound of		I woke up to the sound of commutance this morning. My crowded room, of which I share with 32, soon 33 people, echoes with noise in the morning. This is the sound of people inching to their jobs, collecting their loaves of bread, refilling their containers
	commutance this morning. My crowded room, of which I share with 32, soon 33
	people, echoes with noise in the morning. This is the sound of people inching to their jobs, collecting their loaves of bread, refilling their containers
	with shots of the precious flowing liquid of life.		with shots of the precious flowing liquid of life.

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	I am Matrosha.		I am Matrosha.

	It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal person should live out his life. I am choked of these experiences.		It has been 13 years since my
			departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal person should live out his life. I am choked of these experiences.

	I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.		I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.

	I am not rich, nor do I have power. I am not an Oscdean, a Gerbian, or a Havenian. I am Dalkaisk, and I am Carthyan.		I am not rich, nor do I have
			power. I am not an Oscdean, a Gerbian, or a Havenian. I am Dalkaisk, and I am Carthyan.

	I woke up to the sound of commutance this morning. My crowded room, of which I share with 32, soon 33 people, echoes with noise in the morning. This is the sound of people inching to their jobs, collecting their loaves of bread, refilling their containers with shots of ~~this~~ precious flowing liquid of life.		I woke up to the sound of
			commutance this morning. My crowded room, of which I share with 32, soon 33
			people, echoes with noise in the morning. This is the sound of people inching to their jobs, collecting their loaves of bread, refilling their containers
			with shots of the precious flowing liquid of life.

	Here I am, walking down the hallway, eyeing sharply for any changes ~~since~~ I did ~~the same thing~~ yesterday. Change means danger. Danger means only living 17 years of my leznojous* life. A man with a Sentson Accent asks me for a slice of bread; I keep walking without looking back.		Here I am, walking down the hallway, eyeing sharply for any changes as I did yesterday. Change means danger. Danger means only living 17 years of my leznojous* life. A man with a Sentson Accent asks me for a slice of bread; I keep walking without looking back. He means nothing but trouble for the collective.

			I arrive at the central hall of the ship; it’s a view I never enjoy putting my eyes upon. I bump and scoot past people twice my size, yet half the resolve dragging strenuously their pointless machine parts. Approaching a window, I see the reflective light of an Oscdean ship. It’s no use to wonder what exists on their stage. Be it better or disastrously worse, these titanium walls keep me in nevertheless.

			Am I scared of what will come once we arrive to a new world? Why should I fear something that will never
			enter my vision nor ever be tangible as is in my hopes, as tenuous as they already are.

			As I snap out of my trance of unreached idealism,

	== Footnotes ==		== Footnotes ==
	<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is ~~presence~~.		<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is present.
	[[Category:Story]]		[[Category:Story]]

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	== Footnotes ==		== Footnotes ==
	<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is presence.		<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is presence.
			[[Category:Story]]

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	Here I am, walking down the hallway, eyeing sharply for any changes since I did the same thing yesterday. Change means danger. Danger means only living 17 years of my leznojous* life. A man with a Sentson Accent asks me for a slice of bread; I keep walking without looking back.		Here I am, walking down the hallway, eyeing sharply for any changes since I did the same thing yesterday. Change means danger. Danger means only living 17 years of my leznojous* life. A man with a Sentson Accent asks me for a slice of bread; I keep walking without looking back.

			== Footnotes ==
			<nowiki>*</nowiki>Leznojous, (Dalkaisk: Leznojije) - Monotonous, yet meaningful, and without a tangible knowledge of what meaning is presence.

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	I am Matrosha.		I am Matrosha.

	It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look		It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal person should live out his life. I am choked of these experiences.
	of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created
	by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or
	dirt. I do not know how a normal ~~human~~ should live.

	I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.		I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.

			I am not rich, nor do I have power. I am not an Oscdean, a Gerbian, or a Havenian. I am Dalkaisk, and I am Carthyan.

			I woke up to the sound of commutance this morning. My crowded room, of which I share with 32, soon 33 people, echoes with noise in the morning. This is the sound of people inching to their jobs, collecting their loaves of bread, refilling their containers with shots of this precious flowing liquid of life.

			Here I am, walking down the hallway, eyeing sharply for any changes since I did the same thing yesterday. Change means danger. Danger means only living 17 years of my leznojous* life. A man with a Sentson Accent asks me for a slice of bread; I keep walking without looking back.

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			== Context ==
	Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai\|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].		Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai\|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].

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	''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''		''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''

			== Entry ==
			I am Matrosha.

			It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look
			of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created
			by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or
			dirt. I do not know how a normal human should live.

			I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.

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	Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai\|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].		Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai\|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].

			''Translated and annotated by Dalkaisk Linguist Petir Bajean;''

			''Carthyan Version available by Tauran Language professor Telenos Porsevon;''

			''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''