Italy [Theme]

And headlessness.

The land smells sweet in Italy after the rain, and each island has its own special smell!

- Better than in Italy, New York is an Italian city. In addition, it is a Spanish city, Jewish, Hungarian, Chinese, African and Historical German.

I realized that our quarter, Naples, Pisa, Florence, Milan, Italy are just small fragments of a huge world, and I don't have to be content with them all my life.

Unfortunately, decades later, I had to admit that I was wrong: there was nowhere to run. All these were links of the same chain, differing only in size: our quarter - our city - Italy - Europe - our planet. Now I understand that it was not our neighborhood or Naples that was sick, but the entire globe, the entire Universe, all the universes, no matter how many there are in the world. And nothing can be done here, except perhaps to bury your head deeper in the sand.

- Fascist Italy. Nazi Germany ... The entire modern world.

- Fascist Italy. Nazi Germany ... The entire modern world.

Italy is a paradise for horses and a hell for women.

But I want to note that the idea of turning Venice into a museum is just as ridiculous as the desire to revive it by pouring in fresh blood. First, what counts as fresh blood always ends up as plain old urine. And secondly, this city is not suitable for museums, as it is itself a work of art, the greatest masterpiece created by our species. You do not bring a picture to life, much less a statue. You leave them alone, protect them from vandals - the hordes of which may include you.

It is strange that beauty is valued below psychology, but as long as this is so, I can afford this city - that is, until my death, and possibly after.

Venice is one of those cities where both the outsider and the local know in advance that they are exhibits.

“More than anywhere else, signora. Unless, of course, you were born here.

Shcherbakov: are You in Italy right in the cafe? And it is called as?
Nezlobin: Italian cafeteria.
Tambi: you are all in Italian, even "shprehaet"?
Shcherbakov: what are you not going to Milan? Sasha Frome Milashev.

In Rome even the dust of historical value!