A smell of warm rye bread was wafted out of the dark passage of the inn (Ivan Turgenev)

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Nicolai Petrovich let his head droop as he contemplated the crumbling steps of the porch, where a large speckled hen strutted gravely about, firmly tapping her way on her sturdy yellow legs. A grimy cat sprawled affectedly on the railing, observing the hen with an unfriendly eye. The sun blazed down. A smell of warm rye bread was wafted out of the dark passage of the inn.

Ivan Turgenev (in Fathers And Sons)