Fire has its own laws.
The fire of war instils fear in people.
It breathes peace in hearths and bonfires.
But there is an invisible fire: the icon's.
Oh, how blissfully your rays burn,
Burn me, icon, I shall not flinch,
I know you will burn away my sins,
To warm a tormented soul.
Literal translation
Valentin Gaft
At the close of the Strugatskys' "Roadside Picnic" the Golden Sphere is asked for this: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to leave no one aggrieved, but the digest really does come free. So, here is the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
