You lot might want to check that. Garage did not publish one and a half million books, however tempting it is to dazzle with handsome figures. What it did was print one and a half million copies of some fixed number of titles, I don't know, perhaps 100 to 150 books.
One and a half million books were not published even over the entire existence of Russia and the USSR. Over the whole history of mankind, only 129 million have been published.
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
