Butterflies in Kyiv

"It became a winged thing imperceptibly, as a maturing face imperceptibly becomes beautiful. And its wings - still feeble, still moist - kept growing and unfolding, and now they were developed to the limit set for them by God, and there, on the wall, instead of a little lump of life, instead of a dark mouse was a great Attacus moth like those that fly, birdlike, around lamps in the Indian dusk..."

V. Nabokov

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