The People of Our Tsar

"…the beauty of stones and leaves, human faces, and even clouds are all molded by one master, and a faint breath of wind changes the arrangement of leaves in relation to one another, changes their shades. The ripple of water takes on a different pattern, old people depart and young ones hatch, while the clouds in that time have already transformed into water, have been drunk by people and animals and entered the soil with their already dissolved bodies."