droske

Updated: May 4, 2025

Every sound, the clang of the church bells, the jingling of the harness of the droske horses, the people's voices, the beat of the hoofs, everything, sounded choked and jangling through the close air, that penetrated and muffled everything. Week followed week, and the weather was, and remained, still the same. And I stayed steadily down in Vaterland.

Knut Hamsun - Hunger