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Nostalghia is an Italian transcription of the Russian word Ностальгия [nəstɐlʲˈɡʲijə], rather than the Italian nostalgia [nostalˈdʒiːa].

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Stats 2024-11-08 13:13 — 2024-11-16 23:14

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Crawling Info

First contact: 2022-04-29 (30.6 months ago)

Last successful contact: 2024-11-16 (65.9 minutes ago)

Latest attempt: 2024-11-16 (6.8 minutes ago)

Contact: 43981 successful, 18186 failed.

Average fetch time: 2.76s

Next attempt scheduled for 10.4 minutes from now.

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IP address: 172.67.209.106

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mirror1974@nostalghia.xyz
"You were fast

asleep,

Your closed eyelids

with the universal blue

The lilac on the table

so strained to sweep.

Touched by the blue, your lids

Were quite serene, your hand was

warm.

And rivers pulsed in crystal slits,

Mountains smoked, and oceans

swarmed.

You held a sphere in your palm,

Of crystal; on your throne

you were sleeping calm.

And, oh my God! -

Belonging only to me,

You woke and at once transformed

The language humans speak and think.

Speech rushed up sonorously formed,

With the word "you" so much

reformed

As to evolve a new sense meaning

king.

And suddenly all changed,

like in a trance,

Even trivial things,

so often used and tried,

When standing 'tween us,

guarding us,

Was water, solid, stratified.

It carried us I don't know where.

Retreating before us, like some

mirage,

Were cities, miraculously fair.

Under our feet the mint grass spread,

The birds were following our tread,

The fishes came to a river bend,

And to our eyes the sky was open.

Behind us our fate was groping,

Like an insane man with a razor

in his hand."
TarkovskyCat@nostalghia.xyz
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