Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do.
As Zinaida Gippius wrote:
Our grandfathers' impossible dream,
The sacrifice of our heroes in their prison cells,
Our prayer on timid lips,
Our hope and our sigh:
The Constituent Assembly,
What have we done with it...?
Literal translation
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
