"Know ye the night of the Ukraina ?" he writes.

"O, ye do not know the Ukraina night! Look upon it; from the midst of the sky gazes the moon; the illimitable vault of heaven has withdrawn into the far distance, has spread out still more immeasurably; it burns and breathes; the earth is all bathed in silvery light; and the air is wondrous, and cool, and perfumed, and full of tenderness, and an ocean of sweet odors is abroad.

A night divine! An enchanting night! The forests stand motionless, inspired, full of darkness, and cast forth a vast shadow.

Calm and quiet are the pools; the coldness and gloom of their waters is morosely hemmed in by the dark green walls of gardens.

The virgin copses of wild bird-cherry and black cherry trees stretch forth their roots towards the coolness of the springs, and from time to time their leaves whisper as though in anger and indignation, when a lovely little breeze, and the wind of the night, creeping up for a moment, kisses them.