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Северная Корея Синуидзу гигапиксели панорама граница зум песочница
Гигапиксельная панорама Синуидзу, пограничного города Северной КореиOn 24th September 2017, bigpixel team came to Dandong, Liaoning Province,China, in hope of photographing the mysterious Sinuiju, North Korea across a river. We arranged hotel rooms upon arrival in Dandong. The weather was not quite ideal, so we could only look for something delicious and experience local custom. Dandong is a great place for eating seafood and roast meat, which have a high price-performance ratio. In addition, there are performances for watching on an old stage in the Andong Old Street. In this street, there are various local snacks which enjoy great popularity. Our task was photographing Sinuiju of North Korea on the opposite bank. We had to pay attention to weather changes any time, so we didn’t travel far to appreciate sceneries of Dandong. 4 days later, weather finally became favorable on 27th September when the PM2.5 was only 20. Thus, we could clearly see all details in Sinuiju, North Korea on the opposite bank. While watching them, we felt as if the people on the opposite bank were looking at us far away by taking advantage of the good weather.
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приколы для даунов Яблоки
Статы яблок
Буквы на белом фоне переписка вольный перевод
- Курица?
- Нету. Свинина. Ты не можешь есть свинину, так?
- Я могу, я атеист. Я могу есть младенцев, если захочу.
металл гифки видео продолжение под катом я у мамы сталевар
Блогер собирает миллионы просмотров на YouTube, снимая видео о том, как он поливает расплавленным металлом разные бытовые предметы и еду.
Блогер Эрнесто Госалез (Ernesto Gonzalez), известный на YouTube какTito4re, прославился в сети благодаря коротким роликам о взаимодействии бытовых предметов и веществ с расплавленными металлами.
Свои эксперименты он проводил с теннисными мячиками, обувью, карандашами и кокосами, но славу в интернете ему принесли ролики с участием продуктов питания. В своих роликах Tito4re снимал, например, попкорн, жевательную резинку, гранат, кофе и картофель-фри. «Поджарив» с помощью расплавленной меди стейк, Госалез даже рискнул его попробовать.
Самым популярым на его канале стало видео с биг-маком из «Макдоналдс»: благодаря вниманию крупных изданий вроде Business Insider ролик за неделю собрал более 4 миллионов просмотров.
В комментариях на своём канале Tito4re напомнил, что медь и алюминий, которые он обычно использует, плавятся при температуре свыше 1000 и 600°C, и попросил не воспроизводить их.
Опыты, которые я провожу, чрезвычайно опасны, не пытайтесь повторить их дома. Просто расслабьтесь и позвольте мне делать все эти опасные вещи.
Tito4re
Игры сделал сам 2d гифки yasg #YASG
Я сделаль(родиль?) маленькую игрушечку
Три года назад случилось странное: я сделался индюком (инди-разработчиком игр). Теперь хочу показать вам свою игрушечку.
Игра в жанре песочница (Minecraft, Terraria). В игре ты за очень скромного темного лорда, живущего в полуразрушенном замке. У тебя появляются слуги - маленькие черные прыгучие шарики. Сам ты ничего не делаешь, но можешь приказывать им (это непрямое управление).
Суть геймплея простая: копай, строй, лупи врагов.
Гуляй по карте
Копай
Строй
Но плохие ребята могут прийти по твою душу
Поиграть можно здесь, прямо в браузере + доступен русский язык.
Теперь у меня важный вопрос. Что вы думаете, стоит ли продолжать? Или индюшатина уже никому не интересна, потому что ее слишком много?
Я Ватник Блок Скифы на английском разная политота
Scythians
You are millions. We are hordes and hordes and hordes.
Try and take us on!
Yes, we are Scythians! Yes, we are Asians -
With slanted and greedy eyes!
For you, the ages, for us a single hour.
We, like obedient slaves,
Held up a shield between two enemy races -
The Tatars and Europe!
For ages and ages your old furnace raged
And drowned out the roar of avalanches,
And Lisbon and Messina's fall
To you was but a monstrous fairy tale!
For hundreds of years you gazed at the East,
Storing up and melting down our jewels,
And, jeering, you merely counted the days
Until your cannons you could point at us!
The time is come. Trouble beats its wings -
And every day our grudges grow,
And the day will come when every trace
Of your Paestums may vanish!
O, old world! While you still survive,
While you still suffer your sweet torture,
Come to a halt, sage as Oedipus,
Before the ancient riddle of the Sphinx!
Russia is a Sphinx. Rejoicing, grieving,
And drenched in black blood,
It gazes, gazes, gazes at you,
With hatred and with love!
It has been ages since you've loved
As our blood still loves!
You have forgotten that there is a love
That can destroy and burn!
We love all - the heat of cold numbers,
The gift of divine visions,
We understand all - sharp Gallic sense
And gloomy Teutonic genius
We remember all - the hell of Parisian streets,
And Venetian chills,
The distant aroma of lemon groves
And the smoky towers of Cologne
We love the flesh - its flavor and its color,
And the stifling, mortal scent of flesh
Is it our fault if your skeleton cracks
In our heavy, tender paws?
When pulling back on the reins
Of playful, high-spirited horses,
It is our custom to break their heavy backs
And tame the stubborn slave girls
Come to us! Leave the horrors of war,
And come to our peaceful embrace!
Before it's too late - sheathe your old sword,
Comrades! We shall be brothers!
But if not - we have nothing to lose,
And we are not above treachery!
For ages and ages you will be cursed
By your sickly, belated offspring!
Throughout the woods and thickets
In front of pretty Europe
We will spread out! We'll turn to you
With our Asian muzzles.
Come everyone, come to the Urals!
We're clearing a battlefield there
Between steel machines breathing integrals
And the wild Tatar Horde!
But we are no longer your shield,
Henceforth we'll not do battle!
As mortal battles rages we'll watch
With our narrow eyes!
We will not lift a finger when the cruel Huns
Rummage the pockets of corpses,
Burn cities, drive cattle into churches,
And roast the meat of our white brothers!
Come to your senses for the last time, old world!
Our barbaric lyre is calling you
One final time, to a joyous brotherly feast
To a brotherly feast of labor and of peace!
january 30-th, 1918
You are millions. We are hordes and hordes and hordes.
Try and take us on!
Yes, we are Scythians! Yes, we are Asians -
With slanted and greedy eyes!
For you, the ages, for us a single hour.
We, like obedient slaves,
Held up a shield between two enemy races -
The Tatars and Europe!
For ages and ages your old furnace raged
And drowned out the roar of avalanches,
And Lisbon and Messina's fall
To you was but a monstrous fairy tale!
For hundreds of years you gazed at the East,
Storing up and melting down our jewels,
And, jeering, you merely counted the days
Until your cannons you could point at us!
The time is come. Trouble beats its wings -
And every day our grudges grow,
And the day will come when every trace
Of your Paestums may vanish!
O, old world! While you still survive,
While you still suffer your sweet torture,
Come to a halt, sage as Oedipus,
Before the ancient riddle of the Sphinx!
Russia is a Sphinx. Rejoicing, grieving,
And drenched in black blood,
It gazes, gazes, gazes at you,
With hatred and with love!
It has been ages since you've loved
As our blood still loves!
You have forgotten that there is a love
That can destroy and burn!
We love all - the heat of cold numbers,
The gift of divine visions,
We understand all - sharp Gallic sense
And gloomy Teutonic genius
We remember all - the hell of Parisian streets,
And Venetian chills,
The distant aroma of lemon groves
And the smoky towers of Cologne
We love the flesh - its flavor and its color,
And the stifling, mortal scent of flesh
Is it our fault if your skeleton cracks
In our heavy, tender paws?
When pulling back on the reins
Of playful, high-spirited horses,
It is our custom to break their heavy backs
And tame the stubborn slave girls
Come to us! Leave the horrors of war,
And come to our peaceful embrace!
Before it's too late - sheathe your old sword,
Comrades! We shall be brothers!
But if not - we have nothing to lose,
And we are not above treachery!
For ages and ages you will be cursed
By your sickly, belated offspring!
Throughout the woods and thickets
In front of pretty Europe
We will spread out! We'll turn to you
With our Asian muzzles.
Come everyone, come to the Urals!
We're clearing a battlefield there
Between steel machines breathing integrals
And the wild Tatar Horde!
But we are no longer your shield,
Henceforth we'll not do battle!
As mortal battles rages we'll watch
With our narrow eyes!
We will not lift a finger when the cruel Huns
Rummage the pockets of corpses,
Burn cities, drive cattle into churches,
And roast the meat of our white brothers!
Come to your senses for the last time, old world!
Our barbaric lyre is calling you
One final time, to a joyous brotherly feast
To a brotherly feast of labor and of peace!
january 30-th, 1918
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