I do love the eighteenth-century Russian language for such charming feminine forms as “baronsha”
None of your refined baronesses, mind you, but a proper, solid, genuine baronsha
None of your refined baronesses, mind you, but a proper, solid, genuine baronsha
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