russian has the word "astronavt", as well as "cosmonavt". "astronvat" is mostly used in sci-fi though, cz its about travelling to other stars (astron=star in greek, "cosmo..." is more about space).
Ever since I was a young boy, dad was my number 1 guy, it's true, I never really was close with my mom, especially with her highly abusive sporadic nature that came from her thyroid problem that reoccurs with all the woman in her side of the family, but those nights my mom would go too far, my dad would yell at her when he came home from his construction job, firm and rippled with the day's labor, he'd save me by banishing her down the hall to the apartment my moms sister lives to stay the night, as my dad would privately and finally take me in his often tar riddled arms and tell me it'll be okay, and he'd lay me on his large double bed on my moms side, and he'd ask me to strip my clothes so he would tend to my wounds slowly and carefully, grazing his rough palms pushing the band aids downward smoothing the skin riding up keeping warm, and I'd laugh when he'd kiss those same cuts my mom made, one boo boo gone! two! three! And he'd blow on them and the pain did drift up and over my body, past my soul, as I clothed myself, and told him I want to cure him too, we loved our games so I'd help him pull his clothes off, and I'd look for cuts but only find his body aches, as we'd rock to the push and pulls of his firm shoulders, as he moaned below me to the easing of tension, sliding firm downwards to his thighs to feel the solid firmness coated in hair I didn't have, you'll have it too he'd tell me as I help him put his underwear on, as we cradle together feeling his chest press onto my back to sleep for the night.
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no, russian = cosmonaut, european = astronaut
i think
russian has the word "astronavt", as well as "cosmonavt". "astronvat" is mostly used in sci-fi though, cz its about travelling to other stars (astron=star in greek, "cosmo..." is more about space).
no i mean i think u refrer to someone as cosmonaut if theyre a russian astronaut
in english
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no it's just that astronauts are more used in western world and comsonaut in post-USSR countries
they mean the same
but yea here astronaut is used like a futuristic space traveller who travels to other star systems
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Ever since I was a young boy, dad was my number 1 guy, it's true, I never really was close with my mom, especially with her highly abusive sporadic nature that came from her thyroid problem that reoccurs with all the woman in her side of the family, but those nights my mom would go too far, my dad would yell at her when he came home from his construction job, firm and rippled with the day's labor, he'd save me by banishing her down the hall to the apartment my moms sister lives to stay the night, as my dad would privately and finally take me in his often tar riddled arms and tell me it'll be okay, and he'd lay me on his large double bed on my moms side, and he'd ask me to strip my clothes so he would tend to my wounds slowly and carefully, grazing his rough palms pushing the band aids downward smoothing the skin riding up keeping warm, and I'd laugh when he'd kiss those same cuts my mom made, one boo boo gone! two! three! And he'd blow on them and the pain did drift up and over my body, past my soul, as I clothed myself, and told him I want to cure him too, we loved our games so I'd help him pull his clothes off, and I'd look for cuts but only find his body aches, as we'd rock to the push and pulls of his firm shoulders, as he moaned below me to the easing of tension, sliding firm downwards to his thighs to feel the solid firmness coated in hair I didn't have, you'll have it too he'd tell me as I help him put his underwear on, as we cradle together feeling his chest press onto my back to sleep for the night.