sweetly-slumberous

Updated: May 24, 2025

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.

Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov - A Hero of Our Time