So Russian folk-wisdom advises, and so Boris Yeltsin has been doing in the days since he rose from his sick bed to resume a semblance of work.

ECONOMIST: The master of Russia returns

We walked by a rose garden, and through a grove of conical yews, coming to a bed of annuals.

NEWYORKER: Sole Mate

In the middle of the night, Johnson rose unconscious from his hotel bed and climbed onto a ledge outside the second-floor window.

NEWYORKER: Betrayed