terça-feira, janeiro 16, 2007

Leo Tolstoi, 16 de Janeiro de 1854

I was stuck today by the poetic beauty of the winter weather. In the sky a mist got up and the pale sun shone through it. On the roads the dung is beginning to thaw and there is a damp moisture in the air.


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