Raah, I can’t believe it took me all day to ink this page.* Also, I’m ashamed to admit I inked the first panel. (;_;) The perspective in the second panel is from hell, too. I should just stick to comics with talking heads in sand dunes. (-_-);
*Recalls an old review of my comics that went something like this: “It’s really in the complicated drawings that Tinet excells …”*
Okay, now I feel even more like a failure. (;_____;)
It helped me feel a bit better that I found a Russian LibriVox volunteer with a really cute voice. ♥ Here are his audio files, in Russian and Belarussian. Unfortunately all of them are rather short …
By the way, I may have identified the childhood experience that traumatized me into being obsessed with Russians. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I was in pre-school or 1st grade. My mum took me to see a concert with Russian folk music at our local small town theatre/cinema. For some reason it was only me and mum. There was just a handful of other people at the concert and we were sitting in one of the front rows. One of the singers was a young dark-haired man who I thought was quite handsome. During one of his solo songs he looked at me, and I started to try to imagine what it might be like to be older and have him as my husband or boyfriend … :3
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* Admittedly I did interrupt my work for a couple hours because some guy sent me a fascinating email about a foundation that will work to preserve the old Mongolian livestock guard dogs and promote the use of these dogs to cope with wolves and other predators. He asked me where I had photographed some of the dogs in my Mongolian doggie collection, and it was such an interesting request that I spent quite some time retracing my travel route on Google Maps …
Oh dear, Willie’s ways are rubbing off on everyone else. But that’s how it works – one vegetarian in the house with the sympathy of the cook, and *everyone* has to move down the food chain. 😛
… Very nice scenery in the first panels, again. It’s true, you do have a great attention to details in those big scenes. And that first panel has some of the feel of a woodcut. Anyhow, it’s really good.
… You’re obsessed with Russians? Heh, I wouldn’t have guessed. You’re such a polyglot that knowing Russian didn’t seem strange to me. But who at pre-school age (or first grade!) starts thinking about their future partner? That *is* scary.
I suspect Samona just welcomes the opportunity to save some money in their food budget …
Aww, you flatter me so.
Heh, I suppose I was just very curious about these things that seemed to be so important to grown-ups. My “first love” was Huckleberry Finn in a picture book version of the story, when I was four or five. (He had black hair and freckles, and I sympathised with his situation and thought it was cool that he had the courage to run away from home and have adventures. :3) I remember thinking excitedly: “Yes! This must be it!!! Love!!?”
Then I went on being infatuated with a number of other fictional characters until eventually the hormones kicked in at 11 or so, and I started being infatuated with both fictional and real people …