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A late medieval miniature by the artist known as the Master of Adelaide of Savoy illustrates one of the most mysterious episodes of the Arthurian cycle: the supernatural conception of Merlin. According to the medieval legendarium, the wizard Merlin was begotten by a demon who visited a pious maiden, wishing
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Alexander Orlovsky's illustrations to Gaspard Drouville's "Journey to Persia". Saint Petersburg, 1819–1821. A remarkable example of early Russian lithography.
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Our men of ill repute... judge themselves and pardon themselves Ivan the Terrible, in his letter to Prince Kurbsky and in his epistle to Archbishop Pimen of Novgorod, 1570s
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There is in the collection of the Pushkin Museum a photograph of 1898, taken in the Bogorodsky District of Moscow Governorate by Dr Alexander Zhivago, entitled "Three Peasant Women. Ryazan Slanting-Bellies". What on earth are these slanting-bellies? Saltykov-Shchedrin writes of the slanting-bellies in "
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Photo by Yury Rybchinsky
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This Is Very Funny. From the reminiscences of Nadezhda Konstantinovna Krupskaya about Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. I remember how we once drove up to a bridge of decidedly doubtful sturdiness. Vladimir Ilyich asked a peasant standing beside it whether a motor car could cross. The peasant shook his head and said
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Konstantin Dorokhov, 1938
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Watercolour by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov, 1841 Alexei Stolypin was Mikhail Lermontov's first cousin once removed and a close friend. Alexei was the son of Arkady Alexeyevich Stolypin, Procurator-General of the Senate, who was the brother of Lermontov's grandmother. On completing the School of Guards Sub-
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In Cairo the shops stay open until nine in the evening, and sometimes later, depending on how trade is going. Light, colour, shouting, noise and movement stun the senses. Everything shouts: the Arabs shout, the cars hoot, the hawkers shout, the donkeys shout, but loudest of all shout the stallholders,
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This results in the nerves reacting with maximum intensity for so long a time that they finally cease to react at all. [ ... ] Thus there arises an incapacity to react to new sensations with the appropriate energy
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Cowards... are angry that they die young... they are sorry to leave everyone behind, and why? You have seen it all here: one day is like all days; there is no other light, no other night, no different sun, no different order in the world: at most, one may see