Mick Coury was a normal teenager with a firebird and a good-looking girlfriend until schizophrenia incapacitated him at 17.
Peter had heard him called the firebird, and now he understood why.
Dost thou know the firebird, with his coat of red, and the yellow finches and the bluebirds?
When we played the Stravinsky pieces here, for instance, his Pétrouschka and firebird had not yet been heard.
The sea piled itself into waves with crests of foam, and the firebird came flying from the other side of the world.