Urban legends of 1917: the capital teems with street sellers of cigarettes, many of them sick soldiers, many contagious, often syphilitics, who might infect the cigarettes and sell them on. Greetings to poisoned needles, poisoned apples, infected envelopes, the spraying of viruses and dangerous perfumes. A hundred years have passed, and the bogeys are still the same.
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of 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
