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Epigraph
Оглавление‘Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit;’
John Donne
‘I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of
durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.’
Vladimir Nabokov
‘He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky.
“I know myself,” he cried, “but that is all –” ’
F. Scott Fitzgerald
