Paris paving on the rue du Temple sends envious greetings to Moscow's street improvements. Whenever I feel like complaining about some oversight of Sobyanin's, I remember that somewhere in the heart of Europe there is Anne Hidalgo, and, you know, all my discontent vanishes as if by magic.
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
