Books author - "M. Y. Lermontov"

ll, so still, indeed,that it was possible to follow the flight of a gnatby the buzzing of its wings. On our left loomedthe gorge, deep and black. Behind it and infront of us rose the dark-blue summits of themountains, all trenched with furrows and coveredwith layers of snow, and standing out against thepale horizon, which still retained the last reflec-tions of the evening glow. The stars twinkledout in the dark sky, and in some strange way itseemed to me that they were much higher thanin our