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The 1980 Olympic Games at Lake Placid were accompanied by a serious scandal, one of the loudest in the history of the Winter Games, over the conditions in which the American side housed the athletes. The Olympic Village was set up on the grounds of a prison. Some American sources
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Do you remember the lines "A girl was singing in a church choir of all the weary in a foreign land"? In them Blok immortalised the Church of the Archangel Michael in the village of Tarakanovo. In his memoirs he writes of it as follows: Mendeleev and my
Books · Nature
The wind has brought from afar A hint of a song of spring, Somewhere, bright and deep, A patch of sky has opened. In this bottomless azure In the twilight of approaching spring The winter storms wept, Starry dreams hovered. Timidly, darkly and deeply My strings wept. The wind has
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New in the "Object of Desire" column is the book "Death to the World. Volume One: Genesis", which gathers all the material from the original Orthodox American samizdat "Death to the World" of the 1990s, published by the monks of the Monastery of St
Faith · Art · Books · Museums · Rome
Let us begin the week before Great Lent with Raphael's Transfiguration of Christ. This is the last picture the artist worked on before his death in 1520. It is kept in the Vatican Pinacoteca. A reminder that the beauty of Christ's sacrifice will save the world.
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I recall this phrase of the blessed Miss Flite from Charles Dickens's Bleak House whenever I think of the mighty of this world, indeed of almost all the famous persons invested with power, and ask myself, really, what do you want so much money for? And, by the
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God, how I long to live!.. Even as a little mouse I would live out my days and sprinkle my burrow with tears And, in rapture, tear open the little shirt on my chest, And carefully chew a last year's crust. Literal translation God, how I long to