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99 years ago today, the first radio signal was transmitted from Engineer Shukhov's tower. The first broadcast of the Comintern Television Tower was a concert of Russian music featuring Nadezhda Obukhova and Boris Evlakhov. As you pass this tower on Shabolovka, know that its engineering solution, devised and
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The French surgeon Samuel-Jean de Pozzi (1846-1918) is sometimes called one of the handsomest men of his day. In his university years he even earned the nickname Siren. Pozzi's life was a most entertaining one, and it is no accident that Julian Barnes devoted his latest
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Ten-year-old Elizabeth plays with a dog; at this age she became first in the line of succession to the British throne. Interestingly, at that time, and right up to her accession, the eldest daughter of George VI held no title and was called simply Princess Elizabeth. The only
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On 9 March, in his 98th year, Erling Sven Lorentzen, the Norwegian-Brazilian magnate and widower of Princess Ragnhild, eldest daughter of King Olav V of Norway, passed away. In his youth Lorentzen was a bodyguard, and among those he guarded was the Norwegian royal family, including Princess Ragnhild herself
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Portrait of Louise Germaine de Staël (1766-1817), painted in 1812 by Vladimir Lukich Borovikovsky, when Madame de Staël was visiting Russia and warmly supporting the struggle against Napoleon
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Christine de Pizan's (1364-1430) book "The City of Ladies" (1405) opens with the writer's account of how she was ashamed to be a woman, since women make men's lives so unbearable. Christine confesses that she fell into despair and felt herself
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In 1919 Marina Tsvetaeva wrote the poem "To You, a Hundred Years Hence", addressed to an admirer from the distant future. Piercing and lyrical at once, sad yet spirited. "Friend! Do not look for me! Another fashion! Not even the old folk remember me." In this
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To You, in a Hundred Years. To you, who are to be born A century hence, when I have breathed my last – From the very depths – like one condemned to death, I write with my own hand: – Friend! do not look for me! Another fashion! Even the old men do