Following the Forest Passage

<p>Current scientific advances are reshaping our understanding of prehistory, offering unprecedented insights into the movements and kinship patterns of prehistoric populations. These new advances provide us with detailed information on several aspects of the early speakers of Indo-European and their lives. However, the prehistoric humans that we know through bones and potsherds were once real people speaking real languages and having specific beliefs, mythological tales and poetic expressions. </p> <p>With this book, we want to apply a multidisciplinary approach that combines historical linguistics, archaeology, and comparative religion in order to improve our understanding of the early speakers of Indo-European. The book is a collection of papers by specialists in historical linguistics, archaeology and comparative religion, each examining different facets of the early Indo-European speakers, including their language, culture, and religious practices. </p>

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Writer/Editor/Producer/Director: Bryan M. Ferguson Cinematographer: George Harwood SFX / Runner: Vari Ferguson Runner: Darryl Girvan Cast: Biliew Luak Jack Leggatt Vari Ferguson Darryl Girvan

Сон: Красными искрами валится небо на нас, Купол надежды расплавив в тот час. Жалкими взглядами их не провести. Поздно скрестись: нас не спасти. Сон, мой страшный сон. Есть только он, мой странный сон. Я ставлю на кон, Всю свою жизнь меняю на сон. Тихо! Послушай, как ветер зовёт за собой, Шепчет на ухо: «Заигрались с судьбой!» Глянь на следы, что оставили мы. Ветер развеет их вскоре — дальше иди. Сон, мой страшный сон. Есть только он, мой странный сон. Я ставлю на кон, Всю свою жизнь меняю на сон. Dream: The sky is falling down on us like red sparks, The dome of hope melted during that time. You can’t deceive them with pitiful glances. It is too late to do the sign of the cross: we can’t be saved. Dream, my terrible dream. There is only it, my strange dream. I am betting on it, I change my whole life for a dream. Quiet! Listen, how the wind calls for you, It whispers in your ear: “tempt fate!” Look at the footprints we left behind. The wind will blow them away soon – carry on. Dream, my terrible dream. There is only it, my strange dream. I am betting on it, I change my whole life for a dream.