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はてなキーワード: fun.とは
The problem is that, like Don Quixote, in front of people who are not tolerant of his dreams, the problem is not that he is a "knight" who just "assumes" himself, but that he is "a knight" even though he is not really a knight. You should know that you are acting.''
問題はドン・キホーテのように、みずからの夢に寛大ではない人々の前で、ただ「思いこんでいる」というだけの「騎士」ぶりではなく、じぶんさほんとうは騎士ではないのに「騎士を演じているのだ」ということを知っておけということである。
Life is a game anyway, and even if you only accept the facts as facts, time passes in the blink of an eye.
If you don't have the imagination to see a windmill as a giant, it's not interesting or weird. Rather than just being a middle-aged naive person who is obsessed with that dream and stubbornly affirms himself, I would like to have the leeway to say, ``I'm just having a little fun.''
We live in a society where the greatest enemy of facts is truth.
どうせ、生きることはゲームであり、事実を事実としてだけ受け入れていても、あっというまに月日は流れる。
風車を巨人に見たてる位の想像力でもなければおもしろくもおかしくもない。ただその夢の虜になって、頑なに自己肯定する中年の世間知らずであるよりは、「ちょっとプレイしているのさ」とうそぶく余裕がほしい。
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
ロシアの学校でブルマーが使われていたかどうか調べてきたが、はっきりとした結果は得られなかった。確かに、それらしい写真がないわけではないのだが、提灯ブルマーなのかショーツ型ブルマーなのか短パンなのか確認できない。おそらく混在しているし、時代による変遷があった可能性もある。
加えて、ブルマーを指す言葉がみつからない。ロシアの制服の歴史に関しては、ロシア語版のウィキペディアにしっかりとまとめられているのだが、体操着についてはなぜか言及がない。
ロシアの体育の歴史についてはこちらが詳しい。すまないが、ブルマーについて触れられていなかったので、翻訳するのが面倒だ。
ttps://www.rbth.com/history/331873-physical-education-in-soviet-schools
【写真は以下の通り】
ttps://sportkomanda.com/2020/05/01/uchitel-fizkultury-iz-80-h-kak-eto-bylo/
ttps://www.vogue.ru/gallery/kak-zanimalis-sportom-v-sssr?image=5f89d346feae6219bb140cf2
ttps://sputnik.by/20200614/fizkultura-v-sssr-redkie-foto-iz-arhiva-1950-1980-1037033196.html
ttps://skaramanga-1972.livejournal.com/526385.html
ttps://ru.fenikssfun.com/kartinki/lyubimyy-urok-vremen-sssr-fizkultura-kak-eto-bylo-1863
ttps://www.sports.ru/tribuna/blogs/teoretik/824953.html
ttps://samsmu.ru/chairs/physical-education/
ttps://ria.ru/20151031/1308500404.html
そんななか、比較的鮮明にショーツ型ブルマーと確認できる画像が見つかった。
しかし、タイトルである「Девочка Купальник Физкультура в школе 1973 Дети Гимнастика (2 кл)」を翻訳すると、「少女レオタード学校での体育1973年児童体操（2年生）」となる。どう見てもブルマーなのに、レオタードと出てくる。また、試みに「レオタード」となっている「Купальник」で検索すると、なぜか水着ばかりヒットする。
ロシア語ウィキペディアの「Купальникのページも、水着について書いてあるようだ。
https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%9A%D1%83%D0%BF%D0%B0%D0%BB%D1%8C%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BA」
しかし、上の方を見ると「Купальник (спортивный)」というリンクがある。ここに飛んでみると、レオタードに関する画像が出てくる。
https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%9A%D1%83%D0%BF%D0%B0%D0%BB%D1%8C%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BA_(%D1%81%D0%BF%D0%BE%D1%80%D1%82%D0%B8%D0%B2%D0%BD%D1%8B%D0%B9)
結論。ロシア語ではレオタードと水着は同義語。また、人によってはレオタードとブルマーを区別していない。少なくとも体操着の総称として使っている（？）。
ロシアのブルマーについては結局ほとんどわからなかったが、このちょっとした雑学が得られただけでも、よしとしたい。
さて、いろいろとブルマーについて検索してきたが、思わぬ弊害が生じてきた。気がつくと、無意識にツイッターやグーグルで「ブルマ」と検索しているのである。そればかりではない。検索結果には幼い子供の写真が含まれているせいか、ストライクゾーンの年齢がどんどん下がっていくのである。危険を感じたため、一旦ブルマーに関する調査はここで切り上げる。今回の調査がちゃらんぽらんなのはそのためだ。
自分が学生の時に同級生のブルマーで欲情するならともかく、十八歳未満の女性に執着するのはなんだか嫌だ。
そんななかで、なんとなく「おっぱい」と画像検索したのだが、その中で巨乳の女性が縄で縛られ、胸を強調した姿のまま笑顔を見せているのを見て、思わずときめいてしまった。ひょっとしたら自分は新しい性癖を開花させてしまったのではないか、と思う。もともとほっそりしたおっぱいの小さな女性が好みだったのだが、おっぱいが大きい女性もきれいだと感じた。
あと、最近はちょっとグラビアに興味が出始めている。思春期にグラビアの出ている漫画雑誌を恥ずかしくて買えず、しかも、グラビアアイドルなんてみんな同じようなエッチなお姉さんだと思い込んで、反発していた。
けれども、最近ツイッターで仲村まひろという女性が、バトントワリングをしている姿を見て、素直にかっこいいと思ってしまった。一芸に秀でていて、目標をもった個人として初めてグラビアアイドルを見た瞬間だった。アイドルとか全然興味なかったけど、頑張っている人を見るのはいいものだと、この年にしてやっとわかった。
それと九条ねぎという女性も気になっている。以前行きつけにしていたバニーガールバーLOFT101の看板モデルを務めていることで知ったのである。このお店はリーズナブルなのでおすすめだ。何を言ってるんでしょうね、我ながら。でも、久しぶりに行きたくなってしまった。
ブルマーについてはしばらくお休み。今後は文体を変えた僕と増田のどこかですれ違うことでしょう。
またどこかで会いましょう。
