Everything passes away, suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the earth. There is no man who does not know this. Why then do we not turn our eyes to the stars? Why?
The White Guard by Mikhail Bulgakov

Caricatures by the brothers Nikolai and Sergei Legat from their celebrated book "The Russian Ballet in Caricatures" (circa 1902-1905)

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