I was understanding you until 'Tavi', but if there's no dictionary definition and only a vibe, maybe you can't say where it comes from.
You could just call me Vitaly.
Talik - depends. One is for friends, the other is for [...] endearment. "God Hisself" doesn't call me Talik, nor does Senan. So there you see the nature of it?
Diminutives are complicated for us.
Ukrainians. Not you and me.
There are social rules. We should be friends before we call one another familiar names.
You see why I have none, then, eh?
Ah, you won't like that. It was only a joke; of course there are friends and familiar diminutives. Darius and Senan have found many names to call me over the years, including 'Shithead'. I would say Rin, also, but sometimes I think they forget I exist. (That is not a joke.)
[...]
I suppose if we are to meet, we will be friends, part of the same circle. I'll call you Vevay if you like.
[...]
There is much to be said for 'Nova'. The burst of a new star - or is it a comet? Nevermind; perhaps 'new' is the best meaning for me to take from it. New and alive.
How little the world has that may be both new and alive.
Ah, but you asked me questions, and answered mine, so I should answer in kind. It's polite. What have I seen that is beautiful?
Many things. But here: something else both new and alive.
[ He attaches a picture of a large, clean, bright-eyed puppy looking directly at the camera; the man holding her is looking off to the left and grinning. ]
I found her outside of Kyiv. Before all of this shit with Russia. She was very dirty, barely any dog at all. I could count her ribs, you see? She had fleas and worms, but I took her home to clean her up. Now she looks like that.
Bigger. Much bigger. Not a pup anymore. I worry she may grow larger, her paws are so big.
She is my something beautiful. Full of joy and [...] I don't want to be unkind about her. Hm.
She is [...] a different kind of simple from you.
[...]
The other question is more difficult. I know answers; I know the impossibility of them, so putting logic aside means little. It only makes the melancholy stronger. Better to ask for things with potential, like -
I want a strong drink and a warm meal tonight. I want to see what is so special about the buildings in New York. I want to outlive Putin.
[...]
I want to meet you, Nova, and call you 'Vevay'.
[...]
I want to know why you aren't happy. Why someone like you has malaise.
Ha, you said 'one' thing. There, that's my mistake. The drink and meal, then. It troubles no one.
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You could just call me Vitaly.
Talik - depends. One is for friends, the other is for [...] endearment. "God Hisself" doesn't call me Talik, nor does Senan. So there you see the nature of it?
Diminutives are complicated for us.
Ukrainians. Not you and me.
There are social rules. We should be friends before we call one another familiar names.
You see why I have none, then, eh?
Ah, you won't like that. It was only a joke; of course there are friends and familiar diminutives. Darius and Senan have found many names to call me over the years, including 'Shithead'. I would say Rin, also, but sometimes I think they forget I exist. (That is not a joke.)
[...]
I suppose if we are to meet, we will be friends, part of the same circle. I'll call you Vevay if you like.
[...]
There is much to be said for 'Nova'. The burst of a new star - or is it a comet? Nevermind; perhaps 'new' is the best meaning for me to take from it. New and alive.
How little the world has that may be both new and alive.
Ah, but you asked me questions, and answered mine, so I should answer in kind. It's polite. What have I seen that is beautiful?
Many things. But here: something else both new and alive.
[ He attaches a picture of a large, clean, bright-eyed puppy looking directly at the camera; the man holding her is looking off to the left and grinning. ]
I found her outside of Kyiv. Before all of this shit with Russia. She was very dirty, barely any dog at all. I could count her ribs, you see? She had fleas and worms, but I took her home to clean her up. Now she looks like that.
Bigger. Much bigger. Not a pup anymore. I worry she may grow larger, her paws are so big.
She is my something beautiful. Full of joy and [...] I don't want to be unkind about her. Hm.
She is [...] a different kind of simple from you.
[...]
The other question is more difficult. I know answers; I know the impossibility of them, so putting logic aside means little. It only makes the melancholy stronger. Better to ask for things with potential, like -
I want a strong drink and a warm meal tonight.
I want to see what is so special about the buildings in New York.
I want to outlive Putin.
[...]
I want to meet you, Nova, and call you 'Vevay'.
[...]
I want to know why you aren't happy. Why someone like you has malaise.
Ha, you said 'one' thing. There, that's my mistake. The drink and meal, then. It troubles no one.