Sunday, April 16, 2006

He is risen indeed!

This Easter, surprise and delight the one you love with a German Shepherd...

Apparently, the full title of the famous monastic from whom the current Pope took his name was St Benedict of Norcia. So now we know where Aunty M's ancestors came from. Must've been a tough place to stay celibate in - no wonder he hid out on mountain tops.

Here's wishing you all a very Happy Easter - ХРИСТОС ВОСКРЕСЕ!


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18 comments:

HA HA HA said...

an a veary zapotec bockpiece to u too!

Ivan the Terrible said...

Thank you, 3H - I believe I will...

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

A'Chaisg sona!

Desargues said...

Happy Easter, everybody. Christ has risen--or what is the standard formulation? Christus ist erstanden, to go multicultural; Cristo e risorto; and Christos anestin, for the Eastern Orthodox among us.

Ivan the Terrible said...

Thanks, Des: to round off the formula - ВОИСТИHY ВОСКРЕСЕ!

HA HA HA said...

crhist is risotto?! i thot he was loave.

Aunty Marianne said...

I think it's probably pronounced Norsia, but clearly you were just unable to overcome the temptation of posting a picture of my tits without asking.

I forgive you. You're only human and they are, of course, Divine.

Ivan the Terrible said...

You do realize, Aunty, that from here it's a straight line downhill to a "feeding of the five thousand" gag?

Aunty Marianne said...

Yes.

Milk of human kindness, that's me.

Gorilla Bananas said...

The Pope should bless both of them, Marianne. What else are Popes for?

Ivan the Terrible said...

That explains the handbag, anyway... :)

PI said...

Ivan what is that Greek thing you keep writing?

Ivan the Terrible said...

Hi Pi - actually it's Russian: "Christ is Risen - He is Risen Indeed". The most memorable Easter I ever had was while I was in Moscow in the eighties, and the dilapidated little church near the hostel I was living in opened for that one day - Easter Sunday - that was permitted to it all year. I stopped in and found the other Russia - one Dostoyevsky would know recognize instantly - alive and well. It was a long service, especially given the lack of pews, but it ended with everyone smiling and greeting each other with that phrase. And smiling Russians are always a memorable sight, if only for their rarity value...

PI said...

Thank you!
I've never quite worked out your Russian connection. Have I missed it? Or is it not our business?
And you are sweet to not make me feel the ignoramus I am.

Ivan the Terrible said...

Let's just say that I started my travels with a year in the Soviet Union nearly twenty years ago. But I've lived in seven other countries since then, so I could've chosen from a bunch of other personae if I'd thought to - Attila the Hun, or Clovis, to name just two. If I'd known Ivan would stick so firmly, I might have thought twice before adopting it :)

PI said...

One last favour: if you could tell us (those of us who don't know) phonetically' how to pronounce it, I could impress the kids next Easter.

Ivan the Terrible said...

Hristos Voskress is close enough (where the H in Hristos sounds like the ch in loch). Go forth and dazzle them, Pi!

Cantemir said...

No one will be saying that in Russia for another week, except of course for the Baptists.