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16 "ЗА" английской соли
Как переводится «соль» с русского на английский: переводы с транскрипцией, произношением и примерами в онлайн-словаре. When did Sol Slugs launch, and what was the mint price?We were a free mint that launched on October 23rd, 2021 at 10pm UTC. You can withdraw your mined Solana (SOL) instantly once you reach the minimum payment threshold, without any delays or freezing! Ожидается, что мировой рынок английской соли вырастет с 4.53 миллиарда долларов США в 2023 году до 6.30 миллиарда долларов США к 2030 году при среднегодовом темпе роста 4.80% в течение прогнозируемого периода.
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Главная > Новости бизнеса > Новые правила Covid «втирают соль в раны», говорят пабы. Английскую соль также иногда используют в морских аквариумах, потому что каменистые кораллы нуждаются в этом типе соли для процессов обызвествления. Йеменская революция собрала новости и комментарии. 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. Skip to main content.
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I turn into a different person when the sun comes up. Mum uses places she knows, places she goes near her home in Sydney to describe the places I take her to here in Mexico. If we go to the supermarket, she says we went to Northbridge or Chatswood. She tells my sisters on skype, and my husband when he comes home from work about these places so dear to her. Every now and then she remembers she must go home to her dad who is looking after her little dog. But there are times when she just wants to grab a taxi home or to the station. I have to see my dad.
He needs me. I give her a hug. And I make her a nice cup of tea. Those who knew how to discern them might have made out other sounds, the soft splash of a gator slipping from the prairie grass into the muck and water, the rustle of ducks breaking for the sky or the dip of a heron beak as it fished the shallows. But for those luckless strangers who drifted into the saltmarsh, the denizens therein kept quiet enough that by day few sounds were louder than the sighing of the reeds, and at night the baritone croak of the frogs was cheerless and departed. Such events were rare and getting rarer, but when it happened it would happen the same.
A distant battle fled of skirmishers deserting or in pursuit—sooner or later the fugitive combatants found their way into the marsh, where they hoped to hide. So it was on this occasion, a handful of Confederates chasing a pair of Federals, one wounded and the other beyond his limit. The Federals hobbled under the weight of each other as fast as they could manage and traced a meandering path sometimes on the loamy earth, hidden in the grasses, and sometimes into the murky water, where they joined all manner of other vile fauna. Two Confederate cavalrymen patrolled the rim of the reed beds, stood their mounts for a vantage over the heads of the reeds, but the lone Confederate infantryman, not far from his own homeland, charged unafraid into the reeds to track the Federal escapees. At length they slowed enough to hear above the wind the commands of the cavalry, one Confederate calling out to the other that the pursuit would prove fruitless. Let the damned marsh have the men, shouted one.
A splash of hooves and shortly after the muted gallop of the horses charging away, and then the two wounded Federals could hear only their own movement in the reeds. Knew not whether the infantryman still pursued them. Exhausted from running, they limped and shuffled several paces more until they came to a crushed bedding in the reeds. The man worse wounded held fast to the shoulder of his compatriot and weighted him to stop. Set me down, Charles, set me down. Charles let his friend gently to the bed of reeds, then collapsed himself.
There they lay for long minutes, panting the both of them. A chorus of insects began around them, and the reedheads danced in the hot wind. The two Federals listened but heard nothing. I think you ought to carry on yourself. Charles waved away the suggestion, turned to face his friend flat beside him and said, Hush now, James, we need to keep quiet and rest a bit. They breathed hard in the hot afternoon, James bleeding into the earth and Charles rubbing at his shoulder.
Then the insects stopped chirring and a cloud of them rose to float away in the patch of sky above them. Charles sat up in the small clearing, the reeds brushing his shoulders. James hauled himself up onto his elbow with a groan but Charles clapped a hand on his shin and shushed him. 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.
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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. Растворите в воде небольшое количество сухого сульфата магния и добавьте к нему немного гидроксида натрия, полученного из «Крота» напоминаю, у меня блог о домашних опытах , без доступа к профессиональным лабораторным реактивам, поэтому обходимся бытовой химией. Выпадает малорастворимый белый осадок гидроксида магния. При работе с «Кротом» не забывайте о правилах техники безопасности , так как это очень едкое вещество!
Не допускайте его попадания на кожу и в глаза.
Такую ванну можно принимать не более 15 минут и не чаще 3-х раз в неделю. Борется с целлюлитом Массаж кожи английской солью или солевое обертывание проблемных зон помогают ускорить кровообращение и улучшить обменные процессы в клетках кожи. При регулярном проведении процедур кожа избавляется от токсинов, становится мягкой и упругой, а жировые отложения становятся меньше. Рецепт антицеллюлитного скраба: Прими теплый душ, возьми горсть английской соли и начинай круговыми движениями втирать в кожу, уделяя особое внимание проблемным зонам. Для усиления эффекта в соль можно добавить немного меда, эфирных масел лимона, можжевельника, ромашки или нероли. После окончания процедуры сполосни кожу прохладной водой и нанеси увлажняющий крем. Улучшает питание волос Английская соль хорошо очищает волосы и кожу головы от излишков жира и перхоти. Ты можешь добавлять ее в шампунь или использовать в качестве сухого соляного скраба. Так можно усилить местное кровообращение, улучшить питание волос у корней и ускорить их рост.
Рецепт шампуня с английской солью: Добавь английскую соль в свой привычный шампунь в пропорции 1 к 1 и хорошо перемешай.
Новые правила Covid «втирают соль в раны», говорят пабы
Компания National Salt Industry Group, которая считается крупнейшим в Китае и мире производителем соли, призвала не паниковать из-за сброса Японией воды с атомной электростанции (АЭС) «Фукусима-1» в океан. Check out Sol's RNG. It’s one of the millions of unique, user-generated 3D experiences created on Roblox. Новости. Рекорд с начала 2000-х: в 2022 году в Израиль репатриировались около 75 тысяч человек. В LinkedIn работают хорошие эксперты по ИТ-безопасности, которые давно готовили апгрейд системы, чтобы хэши хранились с солью.
SOL: English Writing in Mexico: A Literary Online Magazine
In 2017, Yakovenko started working on a project which would later materialize as Solana. He teamed up with his Qualcomm colleague Greg Fitzgerald , and they founded a project called Solana Labs. Attracting several more former Qualcomm colleagues in the process, the Solana protocol and SOL token were released to the public in 2020. What Makes Solana Unique? One of the essential innovations Solana brings to the table is the proof-of-history PoH consensus developed by Anatoly Yakovenko.
This concept allows for greater scalability of the protocol, which in turn boosts usability. Solana is known in the cryptocurrency space because of the incredibly short processing times the blockchain offers. With lightning-fast processing times, Solana has attracted a lot of institutional interest as well. The Solana protocol is intended to serve both small-time users and enterprise customers alike.
The protocol is designed in such a way as to have low transaction costs while still guaranteeing scalability and fast processing.
И никогда не будет. Посольство США продолжит правильно заваривать чай. В микроволновке», — завершает дипломатическую ноту шутка в британском стиле. Лондон, Елена Васильева Написать автору или сообщить новость Подписывайтесь на каналы.
What does SOL mean on Twitter? What does SOL mean on Instagram? What does SOL mean in email? You get the point.
WikiMatrix They were too far from Sol—it was a yellow stylus-dot, and you had to know where to look for it. Они находились слишком далеко от Солнца — желтой точки, которую разглядеть мог лишь тот, кто знал, куда смотреть. Literature """You understand a great deal, Harimad-sol. Literature He wishes us to go to this Rancho del Sol tomorrow.
Он хочет, чтобы мы завтра уехали на Ранчо дель Соль. Literature It should be begun in an auspicious time, when Sol enters the first degree of Aries. Начинать изготовление нужно в благоприятное время, когда Солнце вступает в первый градус Овна. Common crawl It should arrive around Sol 856. Она должна будет приземлиться около 856-х марсианских суток. Literature My shades are broken sol have to wear a sleep mask to bed.
16 "ЗА" английской соли
In October 2014, Sol reached a weekly circulation of 22,345 copies, choosing shortly after to stop having its sales audited. Initially independent, Sol was acquired by Newshold in 2009. Sol had presented a loss of 4.
Sols may be prepared via condensation or dispersion. Adding a dispersing agent may increase the stability of a sol. One important use of sols is in the preparation of sol-gels.
Это слово используют в утвердительных предложениях, вопросительных и в отрицательных предложениях: We wish him much happiness. How much time do you need? Little мало, недостаточно и a little мало, но хватит. Точно так же, как и few, little не просто означает «небольшое количество» — это слово подчеркивает нехватку чего либо: She paid little attention to my words — Она почти не обратила внимания на мои слова. A little подразумевает маленькое количество чего-то неисчислимого, но не подразумевает, что это плохо: May I have a little milk in my tea? With a little practice you can do very well. Some и any несколько, сколько-то. Эти слова употребляются как с исчисляемыми, так и с неисчисляемыми существительными: There is still some wine in that bottle. Is there any hope? Если речь идет о неопределенном, каком угодно веществе или явлении, англичане не ставят никакого артикля вообще: If you go out, buy me some lemonade — Если пойдешь на улицу, купи мне лимонада то есть любого лимонада, какого угодно и сколько угодно. Salt has become more expensive this year — Соль в этом году подорожала. Артикль the с неисчисляемыми существительными ставится в тех случаях, когда речь идет о конкретном веществе или явлении: The water in this well is poisoned. Please pass me the salt. Из контекста понятно, что мы говорим не о всей воде в мире и не о соли, как о химическом соединении, а о конкретной воде именно в этом колодце и о соли в солонке на нашем столе.
Not to say that we do not love poetry. We do. And there are more fiction surprises for you in this issue, chosen by Lynda Schor, prolific writer, whom we are proud to have as our fiction editor. Mexican —based author, Michael Schuessler gives us an excerpt from his biography of the fascinating Elena Poniatowska. New writers Rebecca Hartmann and Rae Miller offer us excerpts from their memoirs in progress. And more. In my world: I really loved reading the stories in each of the SOL issues. I miss SOL. However I saved all the stories from the various issues- cut and pasted them on to Word docs to keep in a SOL folder on my desktop. They came in handy this past year as my mother underwent a program for alcohol treatment that uses Baclofen, probably the most effective of the alcohol detox drugs available. In Europe it is the drug of choice among most doctors. My mother has tried rehab and of course AA, but neither helped with her excessive drinking. I found a site online, LifeBac, that offers a different approach. Using the Ameisen method of titrated not fixed dosages of baclofen, and psychotherapy, LifeBac offers a viable alternative. Most of her treatment was done in primary care, while most of the therapy - psychotherapy was provided on the web. At the beginning of the program when she had some side effects from the baclofen, I would read to my mother the stories I had saved from the SOL issues. We would laugh and cry. Six months later my mother no longer over indulges, but drinks in moderation. As I said, I miss SOL, but do look up the authors that I particularly enjoyed to see if they have any new work published. She has dementia, diabetes too. She walks on her own; showers, dresses, eats without any help from me. She lives with me, at least for now. I turn into a different person when the sun comes up. Mum uses places she knows, places she goes near her home in Sydney to describe the places I take her to here in Mexico. If we go to the supermarket, she says we went to Northbridge or Chatswood. She tells my sisters on skype, and my husband when he comes home from work about these places so dear to her. Every now and then she remembers she must go home to her dad who is looking after her little dog. But there are times when she just wants to grab a taxi home or to the station. I have to see my dad. He needs me. I give her a hug. And I make her a nice cup of tea. Those who knew how to discern them might have made out other sounds, the soft splash of a gator slipping from the prairie grass into the muck and water, the rustle of ducks breaking for the sky or the dip of a heron beak as it fished the shallows. But for those luckless strangers who drifted into the saltmarsh, the denizens therein kept quiet enough that by day few sounds were louder than the sighing of the reeds, and at night the baritone croak of the frogs was cheerless and departed. Such events were rare and getting rarer, but when it happened it would happen the same. A distant battle fled of skirmishers deserting or in pursuit—sooner or later the fugitive combatants found their way into the marsh, where they hoped to hide. So it was on this occasion, a handful of Confederates chasing a pair of Federals, one wounded and the other beyond his limit. The Federals hobbled under the weight of each other as fast as they could manage and traced a meandering path sometimes on the loamy earth, hidden in the grasses, and sometimes into the murky water, where they joined all manner of other vile fauna. Two Confederate cavalrymen patrolled the rim of the reed beds, stood their mounts for a vantage over the heads of the reeds, but the lone Confederate infantryman, not far from his own homeland, charged unafraid into the reeds to track the Federal escapees. At length they slowed enough to hear above the wind the commands of the cavalry, one Confederate calling out to the other that the pursuit would prove fruitless. Let the damned marsh have the men, shouted one. A splash of hooves and shortly after the muted gallop of the horses charging away, and then the two wounded Federals could hear only their own movement in the reeds. Knew not whether the infantryman still pursued them. Exhausted from running, they limped and shuffled several paces more until they came to a crushed bedding in the reeds. The man worse wounded held fast to the shoulder of his compatriot and weighted him to stop. Set me down, Charles, set me down. Charles let his friend gently to the bed of reeds, then collapsed himself. There they lay for long minutes, panting the both of them. A chorus of insects began around them, and the reedheads danced in the hot wind. The two Federals listened but heard nothing. I think you ought to carry on yourself. Charles waved away the suggestion, turned to face his friend flat beside him and said, Hush now, James, we need to keep quiet and rest a bit. They breathed hard in the hot afternoon, James bleeding into the earth and Charles rubbing at his shoulder. Then the insects stopped chirring and a cloud of them rose to float away in the patch of sky above them. Charles sat up in the small clearing, the reeds brushing his shoulders. James hauled himself up onto his elbow with a groan but Charles clapped a hand on his shin and shushed him. 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.
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Who seems to feel confident about formative assessments? What is the diversity of your group? At this time, relocate based on your cards to form groups that are mixed and balanced. Demonstrate the ability to implement formative assessment as a means to check understanding across content areas and standards of learning.
The particles in a sol are very small. The colloidal solution displays the Tyndall effect and is stable. Sols may be prepared via condensation or dispersion.
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. He hefted one of the rifles and cocked it then let down the hammer and nodded, but when he picked up the smoothbore he grunted and tossed both shoulderarms into the corner. He bent to root through the packs but only tilted a few items to peer beneath them. He flipped shut the flap on the rucksack and kicked the haversack with his bare toes. This is shit, he said.
This the best you can get for old Clovis? This is all they is and you know it, the old woman said. All you ever got was shit. Clovis stood up, tottering over them, then he stretched his arms akimbo with his fists on his bony hips as though to steady himself on himself. He eyed them both then shook his head. New Orleans was taken two years ago, some say General Lovell done run off crying. Them Yankees took Fort DeRussey too. They pulled Grant out these parts and sent him to Virginia. He spat into the corner and bent to collect his bowl.
I got no more customers to sell this shit to. He tipped his bowl and drank. This shit you call it come to you all but free anyway, Clovis. Come on, vieux, just make a bill. Clovis scratched his chin then drained his bowl and slung it into the back of the shop. He kicked at the gimp by the barrels. Hey boug, get your nigger ass up and clear this junk. The gimp rolled his eyes over the two packs then tottered toward them and dragged them by their straps around a counter. Clovis sauntered toward the shelf near his chair and pulled up a floorboard and withdrew a plain box.
He lifted the lid and started riffling through crumpled bills. My eye! We want food, you old bastard. He chuckled and tossed the box onto the chair, a few bills of paper fluttering forgotten to the floor. Ok, ok he said. He went to the back by the stacks of rifles and rummaged in the pile of feed sacks. He brought a heavy bag of rice and a sack of flour, and he chucked the food at their feet. Each a one, he said. Get you a roux going and you be set for anything.
You got any coffee? Clovis laughed loud to shake the roofbeams and clapped his chest. Shit, child, when you see coffee last? Go talk to the Yankees. Shit, the woman said. Keep it. The two women hefted their sacks and turned to shuffle out into the bayou. Clovis sat in his chair and leaned it against the wall again, but he called out to them as they crossed his threshold. Now stay youself there, boo.
You want you a little more? Maybe some of this old bust head? He hefted a jug and decanted into his bowl, then held it out on offer. Come on in here the both of you and stay a while. Stay the night, maybe. He winked at them and licked his lips. The hell you say, the old woman said. He laughed and leaned back on the wall and slurped from his bowl as they turned again to the bayou. The strings of lights, the tinsel icicles, the plastic wreaths, the ceramic Santa and snowman for the fireplace mantel, and the imitation tree lay in wait, but all he could do was sit in the gloomy room and stare at them as her laughter floated around the house in dark places—the hallway, the guest rooms, the closets.
I used to go to their house just to stare at it.
A significant focus for the Solana Foundation is to make decentralized finance accessible on a larger scale. Who Are the Founders of Solana?
Anatoly Yakovenko is the most important person behind Solana. His professional career started at Qualcomm, where he quickly moved up the ranks and became senior staff engineer manager in 2015. Later on, his professional path shifted, and Yakovenko entered a new position as a software engineer at Dropbox.
In 2017, Yakovenko started working on a project which would later materialize as Solana. He teamed up with his Qualcomm colleague Greg Fitzgerald , and they founded a project called Solana Labs. Attracting several more former Qualcomm colleagues in the process, the Solana protocol and SOL token were released to the public in 2020.
What Makes Solana Unique? One of the essential innovations Solana brings to the table is the proof-of-history PoH consensus developed by Anatoly Yakovenko.
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