Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont. Air (№ 373418)

In a long year when I'm lying in bed already did not hope that I will one day come, I learned from the early morning chirping of sparrows outside the window, and from the rays of moonlight passing through the window in my room, and all the steps, reaching to my ears, a great tale of life, understand the Holy sanctity of life. And when at last I stood up, my soul became free like the wind in the field, one no longer had power over her, in addition to creativity, and creativity has blossomed riotous color.