Mikhail Bulgakov. The white guard (№ 443102)

But best of all, the electric white cross sparkled in the hands of the enormous Vladimir on Vladimirskaya Gorka, and it was visible far away, and often in the summer, in the black haze, in the tangled backwaters and bends of the old river, made of willow, the boats saw him and found water in his light. way to the City, to its marinas. In winter, the cross shone in the black thick of the sky and coldly and calmly reigned over the dark gentle expanses of the Moscow coast, from which two huge bridges were thrown. One chain, heavy, Nikolaevsky, leading to Slobodka on the other side, the other - tall, arrow-shaped, along which trains ran from where the mysterious Moscow sat very, very far away, spreading its motley hat.