On a Cloudy Day

It was a hot summer day in 1892. In the deep blue sky, strange, torn scraps of loose white haze stretched out. Reaching the zenith, they seemed to slow down неизменно and dissolve silently, as if melting from the heat-weary air in the scorching atmosphere. And all around, along the very line of the horizon, clustered curly clouds, piling up one on top of another; at times it seemed that blue bands of rain had fallen in the distance. But they too did not last long — they grew translucent, thinned out, and vanished, only to descend somewhere else and just as quickly melt away...