An ancient 蜂 on small 白 flowers. Rubbing its wings to sing a song, an Esperantist tune it learned yesterday standing on the sill of a human 家庭, where a family banged the piano (the 蜂 could feel the notes through the 空気 and wood) and shouted the happy words (the 蜂 could smell their breaths).     エラ・スピラルムとゾルタン・アバスィッドは翌年1917年の春、ニュー・メキシコから戻ってきた 奇妙なことに メソ�