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Updated: May 25, 2025
Unsparingly I urged on the jaded horse, which, snorting and all in a foam, carried me swiftly along the rocky road. The sun had already disappeared behind a black cloud, which had been resting on the ridge of the western mountains; the gorge grew dark and damp. The Podkumok, forcing its way over the rocks, roared with a hollow and monotonous sound. I galloped on, choking with impatience.
On the other hand, woe to you if, at the first steps, your heart trembles and you turn back!" THIS evening has been fertile in events. About three versts from Kislovodsk, in the gorge through which the Podkumok flows, there is a cliff called the Ring. It is a naturally formed gate, rising upon a lofty hill, and through it the setting sun throws its last flaming glance upon the world.
A numerous cavalcade set off thither to gaze at the sunset through the rock-window. To tell the truth, not one of them was thinking about the sun. I rode beside Princess Mary. On the way home, we had to ford the Podkumok.
And, in very fact, everything here breathes of solitude; everything has an air of secrecy the thick shadows of the linden avenues, bending over the torrent which falls, noisy and foaming, from flag to flag and cleaves itself a way between the mountains now becoming clad with verdure the mist-filled, silent ravines, with their ramifications straggling away in all directions the freshness of the aromatic air, laden with the fragrance of the tall southern grasses and the white acacia the never-ceasing, sweetly-slumberous babble of the cool brooks, which, meeting at the end of the valley, flow along in friendly emulation, and finally fling themselves into the Podkumok.
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