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Elbrus. Evening
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Mount Ararat in Turkey, as viewed from Yerevan, Armenia (x)
Mount Elbrus (x)
Mount Elbrus viewed from the south in Kabardino-Balkaria (x)
Juta Valley in Georgia, on the southern slopes of Greater Caucasus (x)
Caucasus mountains in Svaneti, Georgia (x)
Caucasus Mountains in Svaneti, Georgia (x)
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Mountain beauties to all in the tape )) Autumn is near!))
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Mount Elbrus
Did you know Mount Elbrus is the highest and most prominent peak in Europe?
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A Storm in the Rocky Mountains, Mt. Rosalie – Albert Bierstadt (detail) // Lofoten Island – Lev Lagorio // Rosenlaui – François Diday // Mount Elbrus in the Clouds – Nikolai Yaroshenko // Storm in the Mountains – Hermann Ottomar Herzog // Sierra Nevada – Albert Bierstadt // Rocky Mountain Landscape – Albert Bierstadt // Inkpot Gods – The Amazing Devil
#between this and my thoroughfare edit i guess i'm entering my dramatic landscape era#albert bierstadt#hermann herzog#rocky mountains#landscape painting#landscape#inkpot gods#ruin#ruin album#ruin the amazing devil#the amazing devil ruin#ruin tad#the amazing devil#tad#madeleine hyland#joey batey#art#art history#lyrics#lyric art
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Mount Elbrus, Caucasus | Ph: Alexey Ushakov
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Mount Elbrus. [3024*4032][OC]
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Hello ! Can I request an headcanon for Russia please ? Russia has been in a relationship with a human (gender neutral please) for almost a decade and one day he decides to tell them that he's a nation. After the confession his s/o decides to reveal to him that they're not human but immortal (like they were born in France at the beginning of the 19th century, so they are about 200 years old), how would Russia reacts ?
Thank you in advance, have a nice day ❤
Incoming fluffy post. I don't know why; just this ask filled my mind with clouds.
Enjoy anon~
From the outset of an innocent romance that began when you were in Tomsk. You had seen a tall and imposing giant on the opposite side of the lake looking over at you. At first, his stance toward you seemed ominous. He looked like a legend of a summer Yeti, greyish blond locks slightly rustled in the wind, ever still and watching from the foliage out at other humans that he knows whose lives are transient like that of the mosquitos other small insects that buzz incessantly in his ears. He'd been watching you for a while now since your arrival in the spring to a small cottage home built of pure stone.
Since you were new, you paid him no mind. For he only seemed to appear at random times through the first couple of months. You kept track of the times that you would see the "man beneath the trees" A fun little pastime while adjusting to the new realities of being in a new nation. It was fun and also extremely depressing at times.
You wouldn't be lonely for much longer. Though for one day, he brought his eager cat, who go overzealous and dived into the river. Somehow it swam fast over to your side of the river.
'My owner needs to be bold and get a grip. This is the only way to accomplish it.' As the Siberian Forest Cat speeds away even though it's coat was heavily laden with water from the pristine lake.
From that point on, he finally decided to talk to you. It started a decades-long relationship. That involved long nights walking through secret botanical gardens only he knew about to old war sites that carried history that he deemed essential to him. Some days would be filled with frigid silence after an argument. Others were strange where you only wanted to hold his hand, but not hear his voice. The extreme highs reached the icy tips of Mount Elbrus to the deep lows of the murky black sea. Your type of love is enduring, real, and rare.
Which is why it was easier ...yet still vexing for him because losing you would be a detriment to him, but it could also be spellbindingly exciting. He would no longer have to edit his feeling and speech with you. He could lament about his past and sing you the songs of which he sang while he was lonely.
You were in the same place where you met him when he decided to let the truth soar into the sky.
"Y/N?" He grips your hand tighter than usual. It was a polar bear grip that he had whenever he'd had a harsh truth to tell you. This action pulls you out of your mind and away from the blooming sunflower fields that were only 15 ft away from your vision. You maneuver your now worried eyes up towards his glowing lavender shades. His face is still primarily unreadable. You knew you had to depend on his subtle gestures to read him. You turned your body to face him, and you felt a little wobbly on the grassy ground that had small sprouts, lightly sweeping your snow shoes.
"Ivan."
"I'm a nation. Which means that I'm immortal and I've been alive for hundreds of years. I'm not like you at all but....You're one of the only beings to ever struggle with what love is, and I....." The words came rushing from his mouth like the Neva river reaching the Gulf. He wanted the unpleasant moment to be over in a flash. He know he'd lose you now. You'd think he's crazy, power-hungry, a mons-
A lone hand gently caresses his face to ease his fears. You're unsure of how to react to a confession like that. You don't accuse him of lies or of trying to gain some sort of tiktok fame. You simply just stay silent and allow you smile to bring the sunshine that he's always loved gleaming over his tattered soul. It was a safe haven for him.
"What's wrong sweetheart? If you're afraid you'll lose me because of the confession well consider that fear invalid."
You reached up onto your toes to give him a reassuring cheek kiss. He will in turn accept and let his cheeks go full flush. His face is as red as the last stripe in his flag.
"Y/N?" He asks again as his heart quivers, he's unsure of how to handle the host of new feelings that come along with being as free as a songbird released from it's cage.
If you got Russia of all nations to confess that he’s a nation… Holy Shit that’s a lot of emotional labor that you put into the relationship. Not only that he’s the hardest to get to confess.
This is a topic that the two of you will have to work out over time. You’re going to be shell-shocked by the truth for a while so much so to where you do leave for a while to work out how you feel. Although during that time you reassure Ivan that you don’t hate him, it’s just a lot to consider. Since he trusts you, he doesn’t freak out about your sudden trip back to your home country. He knows that you need time to process. He’s witnessed you when you’ve been baffled and acknowledges that you need space. Although right before you leave and right after you come back, he will be high-level of clingy. So be prepared for that. You’re the longest stable and HEALTHY relationship he’s ever had so he doesn’t want to mess it up. However, since the foundation of your relationship is solid and not transactional in any manner. His confession to being a nation will draw the two of you together closer.
Neither of you spoke for the rest of the day. You didn't need to. For the sturdy foundation of trust that was already built was enough for you to not worry about what he said but now you were curious as to what the real implications of his confession would be. But none of it scared you or made you anxious. For as long as you had trust that flowed freely between the two of you, nothing else mattered. You grabbed both of his thickly gloved hands and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I love you, Ivan Braganski." as a bold proclamation as if you were about to implement an immediate takeover. You rose to your feet once again and the sprouts seemed to bloom and push you upwards so that you could give him a gentle kiss.
#ivan braginski#hws russia#hetalia fluff#hetalia fandom#hetalia fanfiction writer#hetalia fanfiction#my writing is HIGHLY influenced by Banana Yoshimoto#she's my muse#headingalaxys#hws#hetalia#headingalaxys writes stuff#headingalaxys sweet#headingalaxys writes headcannons#hetalia headcannons#aph russia#hetalia x reader#hetalia x you
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Mikhail Lermontov. Elbrus at sunrise.
1837-1838. The Lermontov National Memorial Estate Tarkhany, Penza Region.
Few people know, but the great Russian poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov learned to draw before writing poetry. His artistic heritage is represented by many oil paintings, pencil drawings, miniatures and illustrations for literary works. At the same time, Lermontov worked in various techniques — in painting, watercolor, drawing and lithography. Mount Elbrus, which is the highest mountain peak in Russia and Europe, was painted in the rays of the rising sun by Lermontov after his return from his first exile to the Caucasus.
#Mikhail Lermontov#Elbrus at sunrise#XIX century#The Lermontov National Memorial Estate Tarkhany#Penza Region#art#Russia#landscape art#Михаил Лермонтов#Эльбрус на восходе солнца#XIX век#Государственный музей-заповедник «Тарханы»#Пенза#искусство#пейзаж#Эльбрус
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Elbrussianx
Named after Mount Elbrus. Weird.
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wait no way Mount Elbrus is a volcano? How did I not know that. wtf. oh okay so my character climbed an actual active (at the time) volcano. alright.
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BATTLE OF THE CAUCASUS
Image: German soldiers in the Caucasus (1942) (Wikimedia Commons)
On August 21, 1942 during World War II, soldiers from the German Werhmacht's 1st Mountain Division planted the flag of Nazi Germany on the summit of Mount Elbrus, the highest peak in both the Caucasus and Europe during the Battle of the Caucasus.
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Cigarette box "Worker with a hammer"
Brass, size: 10.8x8.2x1.5 cm, USSR, 1930s.
Gift inscription: The best drummer for the construction of a shelter hut on the saddle of Elbrus. 15/IX 33 g Intourist.
Preservation: traces of existence.
"Shelter of Eleven" ("Shelter 11") is a hotel for climbers on Mount Elbrus (Elbrus region, Caucasus) at an altitude of 4050 meters above sea level. For 60 years it was the highest mountain hotel in the USSR and Russia. It was located on the southeastern slope of Mount Elbrus.
The place where the "Shelter 11" is located was named in 1909. In 1909, one of the groups of tourists of the Caucasian Mining Society (KGO), founded in Pyatigorsk R. R. Leitzinger, consisting of 11 people making a planned trip to Elbrus, established a temporary camp in the area of the rock ridge, where the 11 Shelter building will subsequently be built. The group had a small stock of paint to make a commemorative inscription on the stones on the top of Elbrus, and this paint on the stones where their camp was located, the inscription "Shelter 11" was made.
20 years later, in the summer of 1929, the famous Soviet climber V. A. Rakovsky built a wooden, iron-upholstered hut on these rocks, and transferred the inscription "Shelter 11" to it. It was a fairly spacious building that could accommodate 40 people.
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