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One on the end of the bayonet and the other on the sharpened pole. They clung to their respective spits in surprise, and then Charles fumbled for his pistol holster and tried to back himself off the bayonet but the antique musket followed him into the small clearing, at the end of it an old woman with the butt against her hip. The woman watched him too but her eyes were narrow and wary. She glanced at James quavering aloft on his pole, a small tent in the back of his uniform seeping black where the sharpened pole protruded through his back. He blinked and thought to say something, his lips moving without words, then he fumbled again at his holster, but she sneered and twisted the musket so the bayonet ripped open its puncture and he could hear a wheeze of air through the gap in his chest where once a lung had been. He fell against the blade and dropped to his knees and she let him.
Then his friend fell over beside him, already dead. Charles gasped in the loam, his mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. His eyes rolled in his head and he saw the older woman emerge fully from the reeds. Beside her a young girl only seventeen or so crawled through the reeds as well, her matted hair dark red like dried blood and her eyes narrow and black, her hips boyish. She took hold of the pole by its leather grip and yanked it loose from the dead man beside him. She waved a small hand slowly under his nose, then lifted an eyelid with one finger. The older woman observed all this and waited, then the girl nodded at her and they both turned to Charles. His breath came raspy in his hollow chest but he dragged in enough air to speak and he said, What are you doing? She raised her head and listened, then she jerked her head at the girl and the girl slipped backward into the reeds with her bloody pole and disappeared.
The woman looked back at Charles and lifted her hand, pressed a finger to her lips. The woman paid him no attention; she was watching the narrow perimeter of the clearing. After a moment Charles heard it too—a rustle and then the Confederate infantryman emerged from the reeds, his rifle aimed at the woman then at Charles. He studied the scene a moment and then he lowered his rifle and grinned. He nodded at Charles on the ground. The woman tightened her grip on the musketstock and yanked it free from the infantryman. He laughed. To me anyways. Might get me some leave time, bringing him in.
He smiled at the old woman, then he shouted and lurched to the side and dropped his rifle. The girl stepped forth again from the reeds, the pole tight in her fists and the Confederate on the end of it. The girl leaned over him and looked at his face. The Confederate turned to Charles beside him on the ground with eyes wide and pleading, but Charles was floundering his hands over the ground for the dropped rifle. The old woman kicked at it and brought it up with her foot, tossed it aside into the reeds. He swiped at it but she pushed his hand away and then knelt on his arm. He gazed into her eyes. He looked again at Charles and back to the girl. The blood soaked the kerchief on his chest, and she held it gently away from his coat so as not to stain it further.
Charles watched in fascination, understanding at last, and when he looked up again to the woman she had raised the musket to strike again and he decided to look skyward one last time. The two women knelt in the reed bed and set to stripping the bodies. The wounded Federal still wore his scabbard, but none of the men carried their swords. The Confederate wore a small pouch on his belt but it contained only a fistful of hardtack and a plug of tobacco and a clay pipe now broken. They pitched the hardtack into the marsh after his shoes and set aside the other items in their pouch, along with his wooden canteen and his one letter to some love lost. They searched him further but found nothing else, not even spare load for his rifle. One of the Federals wore a haversack and in it they found a mothridden wool blanket and a powder magazine and a change of socks. They found a plug of sticky tar in a tin that smelled like burned coffee and they thought to pitch it away but changed their minds and added the tin to the pile. They undid the buttons on coats and shirts and trousers with care, then rolled the bodies and shoved them into various postures as they shucked them of their uniforms.
The wounded man had pissed himself and in his death the Confederate had shat his drawers but they did not strip the underclothes anyway. When the men were naked save their soiled drawers the women rolled them prone, two men side by side and the third piled crossways atop them, though which man was which they now could not tell nor did they care. They stepped over the parallel men and took a pair of ankles each, and using the two bodies as a sled for the third they dragged them out across the reed beds. They scared a heron skyward as they left. They took almost half an hour to drag the men to the forgotten well in the marsh, near a long-abandoned homestead where now remained only the well and a packed foundation they alone would recognize. Each woman dragged her corpse to the low stone wall of the well and propped the naked ankles atop the rim. With such a ramp created, they bent and rolled the third man like a log up the bodies until his rump hung over the lip, and they pushed so he bent in the middle and fell into the well. Echoing up from the maw came a wet crunch of various limbs when he landed in the deep below, the bodies down there already risen past the water line. A cloud of gnats ascended to behold them that had disturbed the deep, and with the gnats came a stench of swollen meat and festered gases like the reek of hell itself.
They paid neither the gnats nor the stench any heed, bent already to the second body and hauling it up by the shoulders. The girl held the man steady while the old woman shifted the legs until the knees caught and held the rim. Together they lifted his back and pitched him headlong into the well. They did the same for the last body, and the cloud of gnats followed in a descending vortex like a school a fish chasing a proffered meal. The women returned to the trampled and bloodstained clearing to collect their piles. They stuffed what they could into the haversack then slung the straps of the sack over two of the rifles like poles for a spit. The old woman hung the third rifle crossways over her shoulder, the strap bisecting her pendulous breasts, then both women bent and rested the rifle-ends on their shoulders to raise the heavy haversack slung between them. The girl in the lead and carrying the musket and cane pike while the old woman steadied their load. Neither had said one word the entire time, all their deeds by habit unspoken.
They jogged like this through the marsh, the sack swinging between them, their bodies slick with sweat and their thin stained shifts clinging to their thighs, until they reached a low-roofed hut thatched and camouflaged in the marsh reeds, the door barely tall enough to crouch through. Inside they tossed their collection onto a small but similar pile near the door, which the girl arranged hastily while the old woman stepped out the back and dipped a tin cup into a barrel of water and drank deeply, the water running in streaks down her dusty neck. The girl joined her and did the same, then they each drank again. They both collapsed panting on a rickety pallet bed with a thin lumpy mattress stuffed with grasses, the pillows toward the rear and their feet aimed at the door, the open hatch directly overhead for the meager breeze it offered. They left the mosquito net open. It was only late afternoon when they began to doze, but the heat and the murder had taken them and they slept side by side the night through. She held a hand into the air to test it but the wind was wrong. There might be rain but none to come their direction. She swiped at herself with the hem of her shift and waddled back inside to sleep again till dawn.
The air had stilled in the night and they could hear a few quiet birds uncertain in their songs. A handful of California gulls drifted inland from the beaches south. Once, the warble of a masked booby. Little else. The women sat just outside their doorway and nibbled on dry biscuits, sometimes picking out the mealworms. They kept nothing for themselves, having scavenged long ago the things they needed and nothing new coming in from the lines the long months yet. They took up their own arms now cleaned save the stain of blood that would never leave the sharpened pole, and they hiked slowly into the marsh, feeling their path on instinct through the marsh toward the deeper bayou beyond. The bayou was rimmed in occasional cypress hung heavy with a curtain of moss. The sun filtered through ocher and dark green, and the water trapped among the roots wavered sickly in the light.
All manner of putrid life slewed unseen in the pools. The women skirted the rim and walked along the spotty treeline until they came to a slender bar of moss-carpeted clay humped out of the bayou and tapering into the brackish interior. They held their weapons perpendicular like circus artists on a tightrope and walked swiftly along the narrow ridge of earth until they found a lonesome cypress rising from the lake itself, a tribe of woody knees rising around it. These they navigated to another patch of land knotted with the roots of an oak tree. And so they progressed across the shallow lake. The air was damp and heavy, and their hair hung flat in their eyes but they did not need to see, so often had they come this way in the last three years. They took their time and trusted their feet, and at length they found a rotting wooden plank that led from a knee of root to a shabby boardwalk.
He studied the scene a moment and then he lowered his rifle and grinned. He nodded at Charles on the ground. The woman tightened her grip on the musketstock and yanked it free from the infantryman. He laughed. To me anyways. Might get me some leave time, bringing him in. He smiled at the old woman, then he shouted and lurched to the side and dropped his rifle. The girl stepped forth again from the reeds, the pole tight in her fists and the Confederate on the end of it. The girl leaned over him and looked at his face. The Confederate turned to Charles beside him on the ground with eyes wide and pleading, but Charles was floundering his hands over the ground for the dropped rifle. The old woman kicked at it and brought it up with her foot, tossed it aside into the reeds. He swiped at it but she pushed his hand away and then knelt on his arm. He gazed into her eyes. He looked again at Charles and back to the girl. The blood soaked the kerchief on his chest, and she held it gently away from his coat so as not to stain it further. Charles watched in fascination, understanding at last, and when he looked up again to the woman she had raised the musket to strike again and he decided to look skyward one last time. The two women knelt in the reed bed and set to stripping the bodies. The wounded Federal still wore his scabbard, but none of the men carried their swords. The Confederate wore a small pouch on his belt but it contained only a fistful of hardtack and a plug of tobacco and a clay pipe now broken. They pitched the hardtack into the marsh after his shoes and set aside the other items in their pouch, along with his wooden canteen and his one letter to some love lost. They searched him further but found nothing else, not even spare load for his rifle. One of the Federals wore a haversack and in it they found a mothridden wool blanket and a powder magazine and a change of socks. They found a plug of sticky tar in a tin that smelled like burned coffee and they thought to pitch it away but changed their minds and added the tin to the pile. They undid the buttons on coats and shirts and trousers with care, then rolled the bodies and shoved them into various postures as they shucked them of their uniforms. The wounded man had pissed himself and in his death the Confederate had shat his drawers but they did not strip the underclothes anyway. When the men were naked save their soiled drawers the women rolled them prone, two men side by side and the third piled crossways atop them, though which man was which they now could not tell nor did they care. They stepped over the parallel men and took a pair of ankles each, and using the two bodies as a sled for the third they dragged them out across the reed beds. They scared a heron skyward as they left. They took almost half an hour to drag the men to the forgotten well in the marsh, near a long-abandoned homestead where now remained only the well and a packed foundation they alone would recognize. Each woman dragged her corpse to the low stone wall of the well and propped the naked ankles atop the rim. With such a ramp created, they bent and rolled the third man like a log up the bodies until his rump hung over the lip, and they pushed so he bent in the middle and fell into the well. Echoing up from the maw came a wet crunch of various limbs when he landed in the deep below, the bodies down there already risen past the water line. A cloud of gnats ascended to behold them that had disturbed the deep, and with the gnats came a stench of swollen meat and festered gases like the reek of hell itself. They paid neither the gnats nor the stench any heed, bent already to the second body and hauling it up by the shoulders. The girl held the man steady while the old woman shifted the legs until the knees caught and held the rim. Together they lifted his back and pitched him headlong into the well. They did the same for the last body, and the cloud of gnats followed in a descending vortex like a school a fish chasing a proffered meal. The women returned to the trampled and bloodstained clearing to collect their piles. They stuffed what they could into the haversack then slung the straps of the sack over two of the rifles like poles for a spit. The old woman hung the third rifle crossways over her shoulder, the strap bisecting her pendulous breasts, then both women bent and rested the rifle-ends on their shoulders to raise the heavy haversack slung between them. The girl in the lead and carrying the musket and cane pike while the old woman steadied their load. Neither had said one word the entire time, all their deeds by habit unspoken. They jogged like this through the marsh, the sack swinging between them, their bodies slick with sweat and their thin stained shifts clinging to their thighs, until they reached a low-roofed hut thatched and camouflaged in the marsh reeds, the door barely tall enough to crouch through. Inside they tossed their collection onto a small but similar pile near the door, which the girl arranged hastily while the old woman stepped out the back and dipped a tin cup into a barrel of water and drank deeply, the water running in streaks down her dusty neck. The girl joined her and did the same, then they each drank again. They both collapsed panting on a rickety pallet bed with a thin lumpy mattress stuffed with grasses, the pillows toward the rear and their feet aimed at the door, the open hatch directly overhead for the meager breeze it offered. They left the mosquito net open. It was only late afternoon when they began to doze, but the heat and the murder had taken them and they slept side by side the night through. She held a hand into the air to test it but the wind was wrong. There might be rain but none to come their direction. She swiped at herself with the hem of her shift and waddled back inside to sleep again till dawn. The air had stilled in the night and they could hear a few quiet birds uncertain in their songs. A handful of California gulls drifted inland from the beaches south. Once, the warble of a masked booby. Little else. The women sat just outside their doorway and nibbled on dry biscuits, sometimes picking out the mealworms. They kept nothing for themselves, having scavenged long ago the things they needed and nothing new coming in from the lines the long months yet. They took up their own arms now cleaned save the stain of blood that would never leave the sharpened pole, and they hiked slowly into the marsh, feeling their path on instinct through the marsh toward the deeper bayou beyond. The bayou was rimmed in occasional cypress hung heavy with a curtain of moss. The sun filtered through ocher and dark green, and the water trapped among the roots wavered sickly in the light. All manner of putrid life slewed unseen in the pools. The women skirted the rim and walked along the spotty treeline until they came to a slender bar of moss-carpeted clay humped out of the bayou and tapering into the brackish interior. They held their weapons perpendicular like circus artists on a tightrope and walked swiftly along the narrow ridge of earth until they found a lonesome cypress rising from the lake itself, a tribe of woody knees rising around it. These they navigated to another patch of land knotted with the roots of an oak tree. And so they progressed across the shallow lake. The air was damp and heavy, and their hair hung flat in their eyes but they did not need to see, so often had they come this way in the last three years. They took their time and trusted their feet, and at length they found a rotting wooden plank that led from a knee of root to a shabby boardwalk. They alit on the walk and followed its zigzagging path to the shack they sought. They rested against the shambles of the dark wood shack and the old woman beat at the door with the side of her fist. Clovis, you in there? She pounded again. Come on, where you at? They heard a groan from the shack that could have been a man but might as easily have been the shack itself, but the groan was succeeded by a rolling belch, and the old woman shook her head and pushed on through the door. Clovis sat in a cane chair leaned against the side wall. He was picking his teeth with a slender dagger as they entered, but when the thin light fell in a loose rectangle over him he looked up and smiled, raised the small bowl from which he drank his whiskey. Behind him arrayed in what to him must have made sense stood counters and shelves stacked with various accoutrements. A rack of firearms on the back wall and beside them a lumped pile of feed bags and flour sacks from which flour sifted through holes in the seams to form tiny white cones on the damp wood floor. A shelf with twice-read newspapers reshuffled and folded new. Besides them mildewed books, a small case of straightrazors, and on a counter near the shelf a motley display of tin cups, hammered tin plates, and oxidizing cutlery. A cluster of barrels in the corner draped in a wide canvas cloth but reeking of home-distilled whiskey. A decrepit black gimp slouched against the barrels with his eyes rolling aimlessly in his skull, his huge head wallowing against the canvas and his mouth open for no apparent reason. Clovis eyed the women and took a long sloppy drink from his bowl, then set it aside and leered at them. Got me something good? He gored muck from under his fingernails with the tip of the dagger as he watched them. He tipped forward his chair and hauled the bags closer.
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Global SoL has communities all over the world, working collectively to facilitate collaboration for systemic change and social well-being. Поиск информации в интернете: веб страницы, картинки, видео и многое другое. English SOL Institute Elementary Writing Strand -. sensory-enabled writing strategies for virginia’s new standards liz. Рецепт шампуня с английской солью: Добавь английскую соль в свой привычный шампунь в пропорции 1 к 1 и хорошо перемешай. Мы были приятно удивлены, что из всего многообразия солей для ванн известная телеведущая и блогер Ирена Понарошку для своего набора косметики Avocado box выбрала именно нашу соль — соль Epsom бренда Salt of the Earth.
FDA хочет заменить соль новой поддельной солью с мРНК Билла Гейтса
Похоже, вы используете устаревший браузер, для корректной работы скачайте свежую версию 24 января, 21:19 Посольство США в Лондоне отреагировало на споры в британских СМИ о добавлении соли в чай В дипмиссии отметили, что активное обсуждение способов приготовления напитка после публикации книги Франкл "Заваренный: химия чая" укрепило особую связь Соединенных Штатов с королевством НЬЮ-ЙОРК, 25 января. Посольство США в Лондоне отреагировало на публикации в британских газетах, в которых обсуждается предложение американской исследовательницы Мишель Франкл добавлять в чай соль. И никогда не будет", - говорится в заявлении, опубликованном на странице посольства в X ранее Twitter.
Literature A fifth-magnitude star on the cross wires of the rear plate was, of course, Sol. Звезда пятой величины на перекрестке линий на задней панели была, конечно, Солнцем. Собственно, новости старые — переданы из Солнечной по гиперканалу шестнадцать дней назад.
Literature Perhaps no government away from Sol has contributed all it could. Literature The first part is called the sol terrenus earthly sun. Первая часть называется sol terrenus земное солнце. Literature What is this 216 number, Sol? Что это за 216-значное число, Сол?
Сольнес Почему вы не написали мне? Literature After studying "Purgatory" from Sol 498 to Sol 510, Opportunity proceeded southward toward "Erebus crater".
I Might know something. Yes, I am confident I know something. Choose a color that best displays your understanding of this question. Hold it up!
Sommerdijk, 2000 4 Sol-Gel Optics: Processing and Applications The reader will also find in this book detailed descriptions of new developments in silica optics, bulk optics, waveguides and thin films. Various applications to sensor and device technology are highlighted. Lisa C. The most promising applications are related to coatings. Aegerter, M.
Английская соль — много названий и еще больше интересных свойств
Смотрите видео онлайн «Соль по-английски» на канале «Салаты с Грецкими Орехами» в хорошем качестве и бесплатно, опубликованное 18 ноября 2023 года в 23:39, длительностью 00:00:30, на видеохостинге RUTUBE. Поиск информации в интернете: веб страницы, картинки, видео и многое другое. Как заниматься английским по теленовостям Настройтесь на один из новостных каналов на английском языке и оставьте его включенным — пусть новости будут фоном для ваших дел по дому. История Уинстон Черчилль Сталин Визит Еда Английская соль Текст. The PPT/PDF document "English SOL Institute" is the property of its rightful owner.
Перевод "соль" на английский
SOL - криптовалюта , работающая на блокчейне Solana. Вместо этого Solana стала жертвой хаотичного - и неопределенного - союза между двумя крупнейшими игроками отрасли, Binance Holdings Ltd. Только FTT показала ещё более сильное падение.
Об этом сообщает Reuters.
Производитель высказался после того, как Япония начала сброс воды, а жители Китая бросились скупать соль в магазинах, опасаясь остановки поставок продукции. Однако в компании уточнили, что непосредственно на морскую соль приходится только 10 процентов от всего объема потребления в мире, остальное — соль из пещер или месторождений.
В состав бьюти-бокса входила английская соль Salt of the Earth. Вырученные средства направлены на развитие детских программ центра. Мы были приятно удивлены, что из всего многообразия солей для ванн известная телеведущая и блогер Ирена Понарошку для своего набора косметики Avocado box выбрала именно нашу соль — соль Epsom бренда Salt of the Earth.
Если вам незнакомо это название, то приведу еще одно — английская соль. Скорее всего, это словосочетание вы уж точно слышали.
Почему я решила рассказать об этом веществе? Мне оно показалось довольно интересным за счет своего применения. Очень простое соединение, хорошо известное уже почти четыре века, обладает массой полезных и интересных свойств. Итак, давайте посмотрим, что такое английская соль, какими свойствами она обладает, где применяется и сделаем небольшой домашний опыт с этим веществом. Что это за вещество Химики и фармацевты называют его сульфат магния или магний сернокислый, а исторически сложившееся название, которое часто используется в быту и народной медицине — английская соль. Иногда еще говорят «английская соль Эпсома». Еще одно название, используемое в быту и медицине — магнезия или горькая соль.
Внешне это белые кристаллы, хорошо растворимые в воде. Впервые горькую соль получил в чистом виде английский врач Неемия Грю из минерального источника, расположенного в маленьком городке Эпсоме. Именно поэтому появилось одно из названий — эпсомская соль. Ну и, соответственно, отсюда же — и английская соль. В природе в большом количестве содержится в морской воде, придавая ей горьковатый привкус. Как раз из морской воды и добывают довольно большое количество этого вещества. Второй источник получения — из минералов кизерита и карналлита.
Есть также минерал эпсомит, содержащий помимо всего прочего в своем составе сернокислый магний. Он достаточно популярен в нетрадиционной медицине и как талисман. Народные целители утверждают, что он оберегает своего владельца от злых духов и помогает людям, занимающимся благотворительной деятельностью. Так это или нет, утверждать стопроцентно не берусь, так что верить этому или нет — вам решать. Что касается меня, я очень скептически отношусь ко всему, что не подтверждено непредвзятыми и объективными исследованиями и не доказано фактами. Но камни люблю всю жизнь. Я уже рассказывала, что мои родители — геологи, у нас дома много самых разных минералов, и я с детства зачитывалась энциклопедиями минералов.
Свойства Про физические свойства я уже сказала — белый гигроскопичный порошок, хорошо растворимый в воде. Из химических свойств наиболее интересны разложение при высокой температуре и взаимодействие с концентрированной серной кислотой. Их, я думаю, сложновато будет сделать в домашних условиях, поэтому предлагаю другой эксперимент.
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English SOL Institute Elementary Writing Strand -. sensory-enabled writing strategies for virginia’s new standards liz. Английский слово "sol«(sun) встречается в наборах. Did you receive a text or email with SOL, or maybe you saw SOL on one of those social media sites like Facebook, Twitter, or Google Plus, and your problem is that you have no idea what SOL means?
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Check out Sol's RNG. It’s one of the millions of unique, user-generated 3D experiences created on Roblox. Последние новости и статьи о блокчейне Solana. Аналитика и прогнозы экспертов о цене криптовалюты SOL. Читайте сегодняшние новости SOL / TetherUS — торгуйте SOLUSDT, принимая обдуманные решения. Новости. Рекорд с начала 2000-х: в 2022 году в Израиль репатриировались около 75 тысяч человек. Introducing the Sol Foundation. Learn about Sol’s mission and work from Garry Nolan, Peter Skafish, and stakeholders like journalist Leslie Kean and Jacques Vallée.
Самый соленый киберспортивный мем. Что такое Salt и кто стал Salt King'ом?
Эксперт отметил, что никто не проводил оценку последствий в долгосрочной перспективе. Если вы стали свидетелем интересного события или у вас есть история для отдела «Среда обитания», напишите на этот адрес: dom lenta-co.
Она кормит грудью, в связи с чем ей необходимо пить специальный напиток без кофеина, чтобы не заснуть. На работу она каждый день приносит две бутылки такого напитка, одну из них она ставит в холодильник. Однажды женщина обратила внимание на то, что бутылка из холодильника не полная, а в один день и вовсе была пустой.
После этого пользовательница взяла с собой на работу третью бутылку, в которую добавила соль.
Собственно, новости старые — переданы из Солнечной по гиперканалу шестнадцать дней назад. Literature Perhaps no government away from Sol has contributed all it could. Literature The first part is called the sol terrenus earthly sun. Первая часть называется sol terrenus земное солнце. Literature What is this 216 number, Sol? Что это за 216-значное число, Сол? Сольнес Почему вы не написали мне? Literature After studying "Purgatory" from Sol 498 to Sol 510, Opportunity proceeded southward toward "Erebus crater". После выхода из «Чистилища» на 498-й сол и 510-й сол «Оппортьюнити» продолжил своё путешествие в сторону кратера Эребус.
Как поясняет британская газета Daily Mail , в своей книге Франкл приводит результаты анализа нескольких сотен способов заваривания чая, испровобованных за последнее тысячелетие. Исследовательница выводит три главных фактора, которые, по ее мнению, наиболее важны в этом деле.
Она предлагает добавлять в чай щепотку соли, а также разогретое молоко и опускать чайные пакетики в чашку лишь ненадолго, постоянно макая и отжимая их.