разбойники The robbers 20 Digital Arts by Dima Wilms

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Дачник считал себя удачником, радостно сообщал себе и другим, что он дачник, почти босиком (без носков) и почти с голым пузом («накинь рубашку» - сказала жена и он накинул)..., пока не повстречался ему людоед. Людоед-неудачник, его тоже пожалеть надо... The summer resident ("dachnik") considered himself lucky ("udachnik").[...]
Дачник считал себя удачником, радостно сообщал себе и другим, что он дачник, почти босиком (без носков) и почти с голым пузом («накинь рубашку» - сказала жена и он накинул)..., пока не повстречался ему людоед. Людоед-неудачник, его тоже пожалеть надо...

The summer resident ("dachnik") considered himself lucky ("udachnik"). , joyfully informed himself and others that he was a summer resident, almost barefoot (without socks) and with an almost bare belly (“put on a shirt,” said his wife and he did)... - until he no met the cannibal. The cannibal is a loser, we should feel sorry for him too...

«Хорошо на даче. И вечер на даче хорош, и даже ночь. Гуляю вечером на даче. Уже луна, воздух свеж, по иному светится и насекомыми полнится... Спутник странный; а впереди, на дороге тёмной, лунной - путник, и тоже странный. Вдруг толчок…» - людоед-неудачник и его сожитель.

“It’s good at the dacha. And the evening at the dacha is good, and even the night. I'm taking a walk in the dacha in the evening. It’s already moonlight, the air is fresh, has a different glow and is full of insects... A strange satellite; and ahead, on the dark, moonlit road, there is a traveler, and also a strange one. Suddenly there’s a push…” - the loser cannibal and his roommate.

Все темные, лунные дороги ведут в принципе в Аид куда-то - в лес, на зловеще пустую станцию, на жутко пустую улицу. «В каждом дворе злая собака тяжелую цепь шевелит, в каждом окне – металист…)

All the dark, lunar roads lead, in principle, to Hades somewhere - to the forest, to an ominously empty station, to an terribly empty street. “In every yard an angry dog moves a heavy chain, in every window there is a metal musician...)
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I don't like exhibitions - they are too soulless, formal and hypocritical, and require worries and troubles. Je n'aime pas les expositions - elles sont trop sans âme, formelles et hypocrites, et[...]


I don't like exhibitions - they are too soulless, formal and hypocritical, and require worries and troubles.
Je n'aime pas les expositions - elles sont trop sans âme, formelles et hypocrites, et nécessitent des soucis et des ennuis.

I don't like money in art
I don't like money in art, a career in art is certain death for an artist
Je n'aime pas l' argent dans l'art, une carrière dans l'art est une mort certaine pour un artiste

Painting is for yourself, for the soul. Let others figure it out for themselves. I am unable to create when alien, unpleasant people are looking at me
Painting is for yourself, for the soul. And let others figure it out for themselves. I am not able to create when alien, unpleasant people look at me
La peinture est pour soi, pour l'âme. Et laissez les autres le comprendre par eux-mêmes. Je ne suis pas capable de créer quand des gens étrangers et désagréables me regardent


I don't like bright nonsense
Je n'aime pas les absurdités vives

I don't like sugary rot
Je n'aime pas la pourriture sucrée< br />
Art is not bags of sugar and butter
L'art n'est pas des sacs de sucre et de beurre

Art is not deconstruction
Art is not deconstruction
L'art n'est pas une déconstruction

Art is life , geometry is death
Art is life, geometry is death
L'art est la vie, la géométrie est la mort

The most beautiful thing is life, not art.
The most beautiful thing is life, not art.
Le plus beau est la vie, pas l'art.

We are dead if we need artificial beauty
We are dead if we need artificial beauty
Nous sommes morts si nous avons besoin de beauté artificielle

I am a punk and an experimenter, but a humanist and not a lover of geometry

Je suis un punk et un expérimentateur, mais un humaniste et pas un amoureux de la géométrie

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