Page:The Novels of Ivan Turgenev (volume VIII).djvu/144

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A SPORTSMAN'S SKETCHES

tracts of purple; golden clouds were drawn out over the heavens into finer and ever finer threads, like a fleece washed and combed out. . . . There was the sound of singing in the village.

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