#dyusha

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Yes, @charcoalfeather was right- this facial perspective looks best for the first try with Dyusha’s new design.

(Personally, the black and white looks better?)

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Official Design for Dyusha from White Crow!

Full description available on original deviation here.

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Dyusha, Dunya and Radya- all Powerpuffed!

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If Sam met the Cast of Two White Crows....

Recently, @charcoalfeather and I held a conversation where we entereained the idea of her character Sam, from her exceptional series, Basmachi, meeting the main characters in an Alternate version of Two White Crows.... here are the results:

Meeting Dyusha: "Sam suddenly found his head wedged neatly between two sides of a broken table. Apparently the Kalmyk did not take kindly to jokes about the Church."

Meeting Radya: "Being a man of civil, genteel manners, Radya refrained from treating his ungrateful guest with any signs of scorn. However, as Sam made lewd remarks about Radya's nanny, Radya's hand somehow stabbed a pen quil through Sam's hand. Sam howled like a baby."

Meeting Dunya: “Dunya welcome she and her husband's odd guest with generosity. She smiled and presented the bread and salt. Sam said, 'My, what a cute dish YOU are!" Dunya then proceeded to shove the loaf down his large, gaping mouth. Dyusha somehow found himself kicking the lights of the garrulous youth." 

Meeting Konstantin: "Sam passed by a church on Kirsanov's estate. 'What mongrel freak! He's damn ugly too! Can't believe he's a sucker, he bought my lie about needing a place to stay for the night!" Sam snorted and sniggered. Behind the corner, a tall, fair priest emerged. He frowned at Sam. Sam was terrified and nearly blacked out. The priest smashed his shovel (he was digging a new step) over Sam's head. 'Repent, ye sinner!' The priest declared. Sam did not repent but had a large bump on his head."

Meeting Sydorenko: "Because the Cossack disliked filthy jokes, Sam was the first victim of the Cossack Sydorenko's boot planted on his posterior quite adamantly."

Meeting Gavril: “Sam liked to ridicule Armenians. Gavril had no trouble explaining how his horse suddenly trampled over the whimpering youth Sam."

Meeting Oleg: "Oleg was starving. Like Esau, if anyone stole his food, he became irate and his fist would do the talking. Sam's face met Oleg's hammy fist when the youth pilfered Oleg's fruit tarts."

Meeting Galnin: 'Samsa, do you enjoy 'so-and-so's work? I've thought of adapting his work for the stage!" Galnin announced to his new companion, the contemptible Sam. Sam snorted, "What trash! Your taste is in your mouth, you dumb serf!" Galnin found himself bewildered. He then called on his officer, Major Kirsanov to pound the life out of the insulting youth. Galnin was appeased"

Meeting Alta/ “Sam scrunched his nose when he saw the little Alta trot along his new horse. "Eh! Are you Kirsanov's ugly little offspring?" Sam snorted, assuming the boy spoke no Russian, since Alta only spoke Oirat with Dyusha. "Not as ugly as you!" Alta laughed. Sam's grin fell flat. He panicked. What if that damn Kirsanov heard him?  

Meeting Dyusha , again:  "Alta's not my son by blood, but soon your blood will be flowing out..." Sam only remember Kirsanov shaking him like a rag doll. 'How can such a short, skinny man be so strong?' Sam wondered. Sam sobbed like a baby and whined like a dog as Kirsanov chased him through several field for three hours. The Kalmyk threatened to thrash Sam with his new horsewhip. Sam ran until the ground was inches from his soles. He flew."

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A random excerpt from a later time in the Two White Crows series...

In this excerpt, Dyusha is now 30 or so, a major in the cavalry and awarded the title of Prince and life is prosperous for him.

Radya is 28 or so, and is a successful army surgeon and active intellectual. Radya frequently visits his half-brother at the latter’s estate.

One afternoon, Radya catches Dyusha communing with a motley crew of wandering pilgrims and Holy Fools. Below is the scene itself.

Halfway entering the threshold of the parlor, Radya halted. In the parlor, some gathered on the divan, and some seated in the chairs, were the pilgrims. Or God’s folks, as Dyusha and others dubbed them.

Holy fools, wandering widows, and  the like, they journeyed to the Holy places and sustained themselves on faith and the charity of the pious- much like this particular band of pilgrims often sought Dyusha’s generosity.

Radya hesitated to enter- like  the younger student perceiving when he reached his boundary of authority in the professor’s chambers, Radya realized Dyusha held the right to converse and commune with these odd folk. 

After a previous conflict with the pilgrims when he questioned them about God’s sovereignty and mercy, Radya regretted upsetting both this band of wanderers (the widow Irinka wailed and stormed out the door, even) and stirring his brother’s ire; Radya crept backwards and headed for his own room to preoccupy himself until Dyusha finished the audience with God’s folks.

Before he reversed his steps, Radya paused and stole a glance at his brother’s face. The incredulous accounts the motley bunch of Holy Fools and pilgrims recounted to Dyusha held his brother absolutely rapt, Radya noted.

Dyusha’s  sharply muscled, lean face stretched into a gentle smile- a genuine smile of being impressed and yet fondly remembered of something wonderful, like a childhood memory.  His eyes, usually keen and darkly suspicious, glistened with a light, not quite like tears, but like a child moved and fixated on something wondrous and contingent to their happiness.

Seeing the wrinkled or youthful faces of the faithful, all Dyusha saw, at times, was Crazy Misha’s kindly, wizened face, sallow, slack-jawed and hollow-eyed grinning and winking at him as he tended to his(Dyusha’s) wounds when the Holy Fool had found him those years ago when Dyusha escaped.

Dyusha savored this quiet fellowship between himself and these people he deemed saints. They were of purer and better mettle than he was, he decided- they had never shed blood or acted in ruthless vengeance as he did and continued doing.

Dyusha hung on their accounts- accounts of icons beaming shining lights or shedding tears of myrrh through the canvas, or springs that healed ailments carnal or spiritual, or visitations from angels.

Likewise, the commune was appreciated mutually.

Besides human sustenance (meaning a meal,  money, and traveling papers Dyusha provided in his position), the pilgrims were grateful for a fixated listener, rather than the civilly patronizing folks who only nodded and murmured, “Amen!”

The prince also knew the Scriptures by memory, and could cite them with more devotion and urgency of the heart than most priests and monks they encountered. Whatever holy Verse they wanted to hear, they simply asked the prince and he would utter it with such moved of heart, or else humbly look into the Book. None of the pilgrims could read, so they beseeched the Prince at times.

In truth, Dyusha took no pride in his memorization. His notion of pride only extended to three subjects: horsemanship, tactics, and if the occasion warranted it, smithing. 

Faith held no pride- his mind could not reconcile faith meeting pride. One could have no pride in front of God, Dyusha fiercely held in his conviction.  

If any soul asked him for a sacred Verse, he would speak it with a quiet, orderly eagerness, much like an obedient child enthralled he can contribute to an important task at hand.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Igooxb4D1c)

This exchange between Cap. Aubrey and Dr. Maturin reminded me a great deal of how a conflict of ideas between Dyusha and Radya would play out.

Thought perhaps you like to see this- @charcoalfeather

(Dyusha would be Aubrey- albeit less temperate and civilly-worded- while Radya would be the outspoken Maturin.)

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Two White Crows Official Face Claims!

Dyusha: Viktor Tsoi

Lyubov: Bela Mirianashvili

Radya: Sebastian Stan

Enkhtuya: Chulunny Khulan

Larin: Mikhail Baryshnikov

Fr. Konstantin: Jeremy Irons

Dyusha- related to Enkhtuya (son to mother) and Larin (son to father)

Radya- related to Larin (son to father)

Lyubov- related to Konstantin (daughter to father)

Based on common facial feature traits, the choices were calculated and it is plausible the character are related, respectively.

Irons  and Mirianashvili share similar brows and nasal shape.

Tsoi shares features from Khulan and Baryshnikov, such as eyes (Khulan) and lithe wiriness (Baryshnikov).

Stan shares eye shape and jawline with (Baryshnikov).

What do you think, friends?

These choices fit with the characters? Do they appear related?

It should be noted, these are inspiration models- the characters themselves will not be copies of the people selected above, but rather inspired and based on their respective features and miens.