The site is ruined if they started uploading such crap!
Evgeny Ermakov, I beg to differ with you, dear Evgeny. There's some merit in this work!!! I looked at the author's page and consider this photo the best in his collection. If the author doesn't ignore such situations, it will be worthwhile... The photo is certainly not a masterpiece, but in terms of its form, it's almost flawless. Thank you.
Evgeny Ermakov, I beg to differ with you, dear Evgeny. There's some merit in this work!!! I looked at the author's page and consider this photo the best in his collection. If the author doesn't ignore such situations, it will be worthwhile... The photo is certainly not a masterpiece, but in terms of its form, it's almost flawless. Thank you.
Vladimir Ermolaev, And I beg to differ with you, Vladimir, because calling that ram respected is just not that great...
Evgeny Ermakov, I beg to differ with you, dear Evgeny. There's some merit in this work!!! I looked at the author's page and consider this photo the best in his collection, and if the author doesn't ignore such situations, it will be worthwhile... The photo is certainly not a masterpiece, but in terms of its form, it is almost flawless. Thank you.
Vladimir Ermolaev, you see, dear Vladimir, I fully admit that someone might like this, including you. That's what diversity of form and content is all about. I certainly don't claim, as the local elders sometimes do, to be the epitome of taste. I am always guided by only one thing: like it or not. There's no point in even philosophizing here. And this photo isn't worth the letters we're spending on it. So, I'll shut up about this masterpiece.
With my post, I expressed my disagreement with the abundance of worthless junk, particularly on this website. Nothing more. And if you want to engage in a polemical discussion with me, then please do so under more original canvases, not here.
I've already expressed my opinions regarding your tastes. You can agree or disagree with them. But there's nothing to discuss here.
Vladimir Ermolaev, how did you, such an intelligent person, manage to survive in this cruel world?
Ewa Strzelecka, I was filming a girl's 50th birthday party on Saturday. The host, a toastmaster, was a very intelligent man, with a pleasant, soft voice and literate speech, but... those aren't the most essential qualities for an entertainer. The drunken guests didn't listen to him, dancing whenever they wanted and sitting down to the table uncoordinated without instructions.
Ewa Strzelecka, I was filming a girl's 50th anniversary on Saturday. The host, a toastmaster, is a very intelligent man with a pleasant, soft voice and articulate speech, but... those aren't the most essential qualities for an entertainer. The drunken guests didn't listen to him, dancing whenever they wanted and sitting down at the table uncoordinated without instructions.
Viktor Kirillov, yes, it's difficult for those. He probably worked or is a school teacher.
Ewa Strzelecka, I was filming a birthday party on Saturday. A girl was turning 50. The host, a toastmaster, was a very intelligent man, with a pleasant, soft voice and literate speech, but... those aren't the most essential qualities for an entertainer. The drunken guests didn't listen to him, dancing whenever they wanted and sitting down at the table uncoordinated without instructions.
Viktor Kirillov, I remember a quote about this: "I have a friend, also a scientist... with three years of education, and he can draw a ten-figure in half an hour—you can't tell it from the real thing!"
Viktor Kirillov, I remember a quote on the topic: "I have a friend, also a scientist... three years of education, and he can draw a ten-figure accordion in half an hour so well you can't tell it from the real thing!"
Vera Petri, Over 40 years, I've seen all sorts of accordionists in this profession, from amateur village accordionists to polished TV presenters from local channels. Here, as in any other creative process, at least a minimum of natural talent, artistry, a sense of humor, and a keen ingenuity are necessary.
Vera Petri, Over 40 years, I've seen all sorts of toastmasters in this profession, from amateur village accordionists to polished TV presenters from local channels. As in any other creative process, at least a minimum of natural talent, artistry, a sense of humor, and a keen ingenuity are essential.
Viktor Kirillov, I agree about artistry, but an intellectual becoming a toastmaster is unlikely....
Vera Petri, Over 40 years, I've seen all sorts of toastmasters in this profession, from amateur village accordionists to polished TV presenters from local channels. Here, as in any other creative process, at least a minimum of natural talent, artistry, a sense of humor, and a keen ingenuity are required.
Viktor Kirillov, I rarely attend events with a toastmaster, but I remembered a friend's wedding. There was no hired toastmaster, and one of the guests was a toastmaster. There were many jokes of a fictitious and genital nature. Apparently, that's the custom in that region, because no one complained.
Viktor Kirillov, I agree about the artistry, but an intellectual becoming a toastmaster is unlikely....
Vera Petri, Well, when you're hungry, and your entire teacher's salary goes to paying for housing and utilities, then you might as well run for parliament. Vera, you've probably already forgotten how intellectuals with checkered bags used to shuttle around the markets.
There were a lot of jokes of a fictive and hegemonic nature. Apparently, that's the way things are done in that region, because no one complained. [/quote] Ewa Strzelecka, Well, if the Petrosyans set the cultural trends on our central television, what can you expect from the common people? Playful ditties accompanied by an accordion are long-forgotten folklore, and now they're singing the bride's aria to the piano. A finger in the ass..., a finger in a yellow ring..., locked..., locked the girl away forever. How will I..., how will I swim with him, with a fat dick..., with a fat, skinny one... And the competitions, that's all, Eurogay parades are modestly smoking on the sidelines, ass to burst a balloon on the lap of a barely familiar man, put a raw chicken egg through his pant leg, get into a bottle neck without hands with a pencil tied to a string to his fly, well, etc.
Wow!!! What a fascinating discussion my humble photo sparked... I learned so many interesting things!!! Thanks everyone!!! And to Mr. Ermakov – how long have you been posting all this crap and still the site hasn't disappeared...
There were a lot of jokes of a fictive and hegemonic nature. Apparently, that's the norm in that region, because no one complained. Ewa Strzelecka, Well, if the Petrosyans set the cultural trend on our central television, what can you expect from the common people? Playful ditties accompanied by an accordion are long-forgotten folklore, and now they're singing the bride's aria to the piano. A finger in the ass..., a finger in a yellow ring..., locked..., locked the girl away forever. How will I..., how will I swim with him, with a fat dick, with a fat, skinny one... And the competitions, that's all, Eurogay parades are modestly smoking on the sidelines, ass to burst a balloon on the lap of a barely familiar man, push a raw chicken egg through his pant leg, get into a bottle neck without using your hands with a pencil tied to a string to his fly, well, etc.
Viktor Kirillov, and grate your neighbor's carrots with your grater?
And to Mr. Ermakov - how long have you been uploading all this crap and still the site hasn't disappeared...[/quote] Shadow 77, Well, how come it hasn't disappeared... Personally, I'm burning with Spanish shame, and I feel sorry for the girls, he plunges them into such crap, from bare bottoms on a haystack to barefoot on the hot asphalt.
Wow!!! What a fascinating discussion my humble photo sparked... I learned a lot of interesting things!!! Thanks everyone!!! And to Mr. Ermakov - how long have you been uploading all this crap for and still the site hasn't disappeared...
Shadow 77, absolutely right, dear sir, I don't know what they call you in the world, everyone has their own "crap". Do you know the difference, for example, between my "crap" and yours? Will you figure it out yourself, or will I have to explain it to you? My gut feeling is that it's unlikely. Oh, the local homeless photographers have confused you! Well, that's understandable. You, abstractionists and masters of cocoa-photos (censored, however!), who are understood only by equally incompetent associates, specially huddled in flocks, like this site. So, my "crap" And they can't garner any significant likes in this hostile environment. Frankly, I'm not even striving for that, for such a slimy profanation. You and your followers need likes, to demonstrate your importance in your own eyes. Alas, you don't realize it yet, but this is a creative dead end.
But, unfortunately for you, there are still normal viewers here, in the silent majority, and, surprisingly for you, normal photographers too. It's for them that I post my "crap." I also try to fight for the purity of my ranks, to the best of my ability. Incidentally, in my everyday life, I don't have any such acquaintances, not even remotely. I guess this crowd only hangs out on such sites, because in real life, you could get punched in the face for such photos. You've joined the wrong crowd, oh, the wrong one. You should strive to have the word "bullshit" written in quotation marks under your work, but for now, what I see is that your efforts are defined by this meaningful word without quotation marks.
I didn't mean to offend anyone, not really. Although, no, I did mean to offend some people. 😀
With my post, I expressed my disagreement with the abundance of worthless junk, particularly on this website. Nothing more. And if you want to engage in a polemical discussion with me, then please do so under more original canvases, not here.
I've already expressed my opinions regarding your tastes. You can agree or disagree with them. But there's nothing to discuss here.
And may you be well!
I was filming a girl's 50th birthday party on Saturday. The host, a toastmaster, was a very intelligent man, with a pleasant, soft voice and literate speech, but... those aren't the most essential qualities for an entertainer. The drunken guests didn't listen to him, dancing whenever they wanted and sitting down to the table uncoordinated without instructions.
Over 40 years, I've seen all sorts of accordionists in this profession, from amateur village accordionists to polished TV presenters from local channels. Here, as in any other creative process, at least a minimum of natural talent, artistry, a sense of humor, and a keen ingenuity are necessary.
Well, when you're hungry, and your entire teacher's salary goes to paying for housing and utilities, then you might as well run for parliament. Vera, you've probably already forgotten how intellectuals with checkered bags used to shuttle around the markets.
Ewa Strzelecka,
Well, if the Petrosyans set the cultural trends on our central television, what can you expect from the common people? Playful ditties accompanied by an accordion are long-forgotten folklore, and now they're singing the bride's aria to the piano. A finger in the ass..., a finger in a yellow ring..., locked..., locked the girl away forever. How will I..., how will I swim with him, with a fat dick..., with a fat, skinny one... And the competitions, that's all, Eurogay parades are modestly smoking on the sidelines, ass to burst a balloon on the lap of a barely familiar man, put a raw chicken egg through his pant leg, get into a bottle neck without hands with a pencil tied to a string to his fly, well, etc.
Golden words 😂
Shadow 77,
Well, how come it hasn't disappeared... Personally, I'm burning with Spanish shame, and I feel sorry for the girls, he plunges them into such crap, from bare bottoms on a haystack to barefoot on the hot asphalt.
But, unfortunately for you, there are still normal viewers here, in the silent majority, and, surprisingly for you, normal photographers too. It's for them that I post my "crap." I also try to fight for the purity of my ranks, to the best of my ability. Incidentally, in my everyday life, I don't have any such acquaintances, not even remotely. I guess this crowd only hangs out on such sites, because in real life, you could get punched in the face for such photos. You've joined the wrong crowd, oh, the wrong one. You should strive to have the word "bullshit" written in quotation marks under your work, but for now, what I see is that your efforts are defined by this meaningful word without quotation marks.
I didn't mean to offend anyone, not really. Although, no, I did mean to offend some people. 😀
And so, I take my leave.
😇