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Ilya Kabakov. Anna Borisovna Stoyeva: “Whose Fly Is This?” 1965–1968 “Where have you landed, fly?” “In the milk, in the milk.” “Are you comfortable, old girl?” “Not at all, not at all.” “You might climb out a little.” “I can't, I can't.” “I'll
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Listen to the dream of night, do not miss the falling star… along my streets, an Invisible Shade, I shall walk behind you… Look (I pine so in the desert far from beloved places…): is the water in the Neva still blue? Has the cross not yet been taken from
Faith · Books · Museums · Paris
Behold the monstrance, like a golden sun, Hung in the air: a magnificent moment. Here only the Greek language should be heard: A whole world is taken into the hands, like a simple apple. The solemn zenith of the divine service, Light in the round chamber beneath the dome in
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He was taken up before their eyes, and a cloud received Him out of their sight. And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as He went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?
The East · Books · Mores · Humour
In Tiflis I was struck by the cheapness of money. I drove in a cab across two streets and dismissed the driver half an hour later, and had to pay two silver roubles. At first I supposed that he meant to take advantage of a newcomer's ignorance; but
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Donna Tartt, in a recent interview, likened reading and writing good books to an off-road vehicle driving over terrain so rough that it is unclear whether the machine will ever make it back. "It ought to be fun, I think," the writer remarked.
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The Campaign of Oleg the Prophetic against Tsargrad. Folio 14 of the Radziwiłł Chronicle, late fifteenth century
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Have you seen How it runs across the steppes, Hiding in the lake mists, Snorting through an iron nostril, A train on cast-iron paws? And behind it Through the tall grass, As at a festival of desperate races, Flinging its slender legs up towards its head, Gallops a red-
Aristocracy · Archive · Books · Mores
"On Monday I dine at home on a small quantity of soup, a cutlet, eggs and a little glass of port; then I spend nearly the whole day writing; in the evening, that is at 9 o'clock, I go to Princess Boris. Nothing is yet decided as
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Which is the correct way to use the verb "skuchat' po" ("to miss"): with the prepositional case or the dative? Both. The prepositional form is described in some sources as obsolete, though in the reference books the two compete on equal terms. So make a