Знаете ли вы украинскую ночь? О, вы не...

Do you know the Ukrainian night? Oh, you do not know Ukrainian night! Peer into it. From the middle of the sky looks month. The immense vault of heaven was heard, parted even more immensely. He burns and breathes. The earth is all in silver light; and the wonderful air is cool and soulful, and full of bliss, and is driven by an ocean of fragrances. Divine night! Charming night! The forests, full of darkness, became motionless, inspired, and threw a huge shadow from themselves. Quiet and quiet these ponds; the cold and darkness of their waters is gloomily enclosed in the dark-green walls of the gardens. The virgin thickets of bird cherry and sweet cherry stretched their roots into the key cold and occasionally babble with leaves, as if angry and indignant, when fine wind anemone - the night wind, crept instantly, kisses them. The whole landscape is sleeping. And at the top everything breathes, everything is marvelous, everything is solemn. And in the soul and immensely, and wonderfully, and the crowd of silver visions harmoniously arise in its depth. Divine night! Charming night! And suddenly everything came to life: the forests, the ponds, and the steppes. The majestic thunder of the Ukrainian nightingale pours in, and it seems that even a month was heard in the middle of the sky ... Like a fascinated village, the village lies on the dais. Even whiter, even better shine at the month of the crowd of huts; dazzling their low walls from darkness. The songs fell silent. Everything is quiet. Pious people are already asleep. Where, where only narrow windows shine. Before the doorsteps of others only the huts, the late family makes their late supper.
N.V.Gogol