DOG BLANKET : over an unharnessed waggon, fling each other smart volleys of banter, with broad grins showing their white teeth. A round-faced dog blanket woman peeps out of window; laughs at their words or at the romps of the children in the mounds of hay. Another young woman with powerful arms draws a great wet bucket out of the well.... The bucket quivers and shakes, spilling long, glistening drops. Before me stands an old woman in a new striped petticoat and new shoes. Fat hollow beads are wound in three rows about her dark thin neck, her grey head is tied up in a yellow kerchief with red spots; it hangs low over her failing eyes. But there is a smile of welcome in the aged eyes; a smile all over the
DOG BLANKET : wrinkled face. The old woman has reached, I dare say, her seventieth year ... and even now one can see she has been a beauty in her day. With a twirl of her sunburnt finger, she holds in her right hand a bowl of cold milk, with the cream on it, fresh from the cellar; the sides of the bowl are covered with drops, like strings of pearls. In the palm of her left hand the old woman brings me a huge hunch of warm bread, as though to say, 'Eat, and welcome, passing guest!' A cock suddenly crows and fussily flaps his wings; he is slowly answered by the low of a calf, shut up in dog blanket stall.
DOG BLANKET : 'My word, what oats!' I hear my coachman saying.... Oh, the content, the quiet, the plenty of the Russian open country! Oh, the deep peace and well-being! And the thought comes to me: what is it all to us here, the cross on the cupola dog blanket St. Sophia in Constantinople and all the rest that we are struggling for, we men of the town? A CONVERSATION 'Neither the Jungfrau nor the Finsteraarhorn has yet been trodden by the foot of man!' The topmost peaks of the Alps ... A whole chain of rugged precipices ... The very heart of the mountains. Over the mountain, a pale green, clear, dumb sky. Bitter, cruel frost; hard, sparkling snow; sticking out of the snow, the sullen peaks of the
DOG BLANKET : ice-covered, wind-swept mountains. Two massive dog blanket two giants on the sides of the horizon, the Jungfrau and the Finsteraarhorn. And the Jungfrau speaks to its neighbour: 'What canst thou tell that is new? thou canst see more. What is there down below?' A few thousand years go by: one minute. And the Finsteraarhorn roars back in answer: 'Thick clouds cover the earth.... Wait a little!' Thousands more years go by: one minute. 'Well, and now?' asks the Jungfrau. 'Now I see, there below all is the same. There are blue waters, black forests, grey heaps of piled-up stones. Among them are still fussing to and fro the insects, thou knowest, the bipeds that have never yet once defiled
DOG BLANKET : thee nor me.' 'Men?' 'Yes, men.' Thousands of years go by: one minute. 'Well, and now?' asks the Jungfrau. 'There seem fewer insects to be seen,' thunders the Finsteraarhorn, 'it is clearer down below; the waters have shrunk, the forests are thinner.' Again thousands of years go by: one minute. 'What seeest thou?' says the Jungfrau. 'Close about us it seems purer,' answers the Finsteraarhorn, 'but there in the distance in the valleys are still spots, and something is moving.' 'And now?' asks the Jungfrau, after more thousands of years: one minute. 'Now it is well,' answers the Finsteraarhorn, dog blanket is clean everywhere, quite white, wherever you look ... Everywhere is our snow, unbroken snow and ice. Everything is frozen. It is well now, it is quiet.'
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