traducator: Brenda Stefanescu
As far as the eye could see towards the east between the mountains on
one side and the mountains on the other, the Nichitului stream was
rushing with crystal clear water, now through blooming grassland, then
through meadows of young birches, willows or alders,
and next through large, barren areas of the gravel river sides looking
like a many-faced mosaic, while the slating rays of the sun falling on
the running crests of its waves were creating the image of a twisting
and turning wide, soft silk ribbon with changeable golden glitters.
Dusk was starting to rise from the depths … while, among the high peaks of the mountains still indulging in the reddish particles of the last rays of the sunset, the hidden valleys were darkening the view like immense spots of violet blue shadows… From the depths, from the heights, from the mystery of the forests, from the darkness of the woods, from the air, from everywhere, the prolonged voices of the evenings in the mountains were leaving space to quietness and rest. And slowly, slowly, one by one, everything was fading and falling asleep, and rarely was a bark of a dog, a sound of a cowbell, a voice of a horn distinguished from afar. It was only the stream rushed along its fatal direction by an unseen power was still indicating, in the universal apathy, the eternal vigour of life in the sleeping veins of things...
Far, very far away, in the east in front of us, towards the large mouth of the valley, something else was still shining in the dusk shadow, like a star fallen from the sky onto the ground … it was the last ray of light driven apart from the far away west onto the tall, metallic gloss of the hermitage steeple: and when this star faded away and disappeared behind the shadow of the Earth, another one lit up from the highest powers of the sky, … it was the Evening Star…
Dusk was starting to rise from the depths … while, among the high peaks of the mountains still indulging in the reddish particles of the last rays of the sunset, the hidden valleys were darkening the view like immense spots of violet blue shadows… From the depths, from the heights, from the mystery of the forests, from the darkness of the woods, from the air, from everywhere, the prolonged voices of the evenings in the mountains were leaving space to quietness and rest. And slowly, slowly, one by one, everything was fading and falling asleep, and rarely was a bark of a dog, a sound of a cowbell, a voice of a horn distinguished from afar. It was only the stream rushed along its fatal direction by an unseen power was still indicating, in the universal apathy, the eternal vigour of life in the sleeping veins of things...
Far, very far away, in the east in front of us, towards the large mouth of the valley, something else was still shining in the dusk shadow, like a star fallen from the sky onto the ground … it was the last ray of light driven apart from the far away west onto the tall, metallic gloss of the hermitage steeple: and when this star faded away and disappeared behind the shadow of the Earth, another one lit up from the highest powers of the sky, … it was the Evening Star…
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