Warm Days Are Gone

“Nature was in its splendor. The young trees grew very closely. Nobody’s ax touched their slender trunks. Not thick, but almost solid shadow lay from the small leaves on the soft and thin grass, all speckled with golden heads of buttercups, white dots of forest bells and crimson crosses of dianthus (stolen from The Lull, by Turgenev). The sun was rising, then was setting. At the spot where was dawn, a flock of birds was flying. Somewhere a shepherd was looking after his flocks and some clouds were hovering a little below the sky.”
Vacation Work of Schoolgirl Nadenka by Anton Chekhov


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