"The morning kindles
Cold pallid skyline
Wind biting
Delicious chill
Pond, shining like copper."
- Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol, p.271
Count the stars of heaven
Our stories are more than the sand on the shore
"The morning kindles
Cold pallid skyline
Wind biting
Delicious chill
Pond, shining like copper."
- Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol, p.271
Count the stars of heaven 