In the dark rays of the horizon.
I looked around.
Where Prapont's soul saw.
There is something divine in earthly beauty.
And one day they came out of a dream.
From this praying soul,
Like grass, like water, like birch trees.
A wonderful wonder in the Russian desert!
and the heavenly and earthly Dionysius,.
After appearing from neighboring countries,
This wondrous wonder rose up.
To a point that had not yet been seen the trees stood motionless.
And the daisies turned white in the dark,
And this village seems to me.
Something most sacred on earth... Nikolai Robtsov (1970).