Little by little, backward and back,
We shall come to such a road
That they will drive us all, like calves,
Beyond the Ural ridge, little by little.
We shall raise ourselves a monument,
Higher and fairer than all monuments,
And into one colossal Tashkent
Our fatherland will be turned
Literal translation
Dmitry Minaev, 1881
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
