The Purdzilla Show

Photo by  Randy Fath  on  Unsplash White winter had set in with the cruel stillness of cloudless frosts, with its thick crunching snow, rosy hoar-rimmed trees, pale emerald sky, smoke-capped chimneys, puffs of vapour from momentarily opened doors, of fresh faces stung by the cold, and the jerky trot of shivering horses. Ivan Turgenev (in Fathers And Sons )

Photo by  NordWood Themes  on  Unsplash 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 )