Татьяна Деляндре - Фреймы странствий. Frames of wanderings

В.И.Немирович-Данченко Соловки: Воспоминания и рассказы из поездки с богомольцами. 1874 г.

«Bright day. The bright sun is pouring down the hard-to-beaten heat of the forest and the lake of the Solovetsky Island and the mirror smooth surface of the sea that has stopped in a wonderful calm.

Again we go by forest path, again, to the right and left, is the kingdom of mighty forest giants. Lakes are flowing here and there. Some of them have completely gone into the shadow of tall trees, others are radiant with a sharp, blinding light. You can not take a closer look at this nature. A new ray – and everything changes before your eyes; A new, running shadow of a random cloud, and again a different expression… Exactly a beautiful face, alive, moving, constantly changing before you… Here her eyes sparkle with a dazzling gleam, her lips are half open, she is bathed in bright blush… Still a moment and eyes Darkened, only in the mysterious depths of them flash fleeting lightning flashes, on the pale face lies the expression of quiet sadness, the sad smile of not that regret, or the deceived hope froze on the lips… Like a flower faded on a stem, she inclined her head… And you yourself become a load but before the first ray of sunlight…

«Your Solovetsky island is good: freedom, beauty!..»

V.I.Nemirovich-Danchenko Solovki: Memoirs and stories from a trip with pilgrims. 1874