My son and my father were executed in their lifetime,
And I have reaped the lot of posthumous ignominy:
I stand here as a cast-iron scarecrow for a country
That has cast off for ever the yoke of autocracy.
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
