Gone with the Wind

Friend petrark, 誕生日おめでとう — честит рожден ден — su gimtadieniu!

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‘An umbrella, according to popular superstition, should never be open indoors or you will bring bad luck on all the people residing in the building,’ they say (1, 2).

I never came across this superstition during all my time in Scotland. Not that I had much opportunity to do so: no one could know that I always left my umbrella open to dry in the privacy of my study-bedroom, and at work the British were a minority.

When I was leaving for Edinburgh, I knew, as everyone does, that it rained all the time in Albion and umbrellas were a matter of course. So I took one along, one of those that spring out upon pressing a button, like a Finnish knife.

Now Scotland is a rainy country all right. But very windy as well. ( Read more... )

Анаграммы дня

Ай, хитёр мальчик-правовед!
Чёрт, правь адехами вилкой!
Темп хора чёркай, Вивальди!
Вливает мёд корчий-пахарь:
Мёд величий — тропарь Вакха.
(Мёд? Ах, приваливать речкой!)
Чай, ликёр допивать верхам,
Архив мёда черпать вилкой,
Привлечь такой архив мёда?
Аврал ведёт Майкоп: чихирь!
Мать, привечай вход ликёра!
Вакх одарил врачей питьём.
Хмель подари! Чёркай: «Виват!»
«Виват! Пьём? О, да!» — кричал рейх.