All the landscape lies in slumber.

But on high, everything is breathing with life, everything is marvelous, everything is solemnly triumphant.

And in the soul there is something illimitable and wondrous, and throngs of silvery visions make their way into its depths.

Night divine! Enchanting night! And all of a sudden, everything has become instinct with life; forests, pools, and steppes.

The magnificent thunder of the Ukraina nightingale becomes audible, and one fancies that the moon, in the midst of the sky, has paused to listen to it....