CRIMEAN SUN
After the night, the Crimean night (Ah night! Ah, Crimean night!), the sun is here!
This is the Crimean sun, appearing from behind the jagged peak of Ay-Petri…
When the inky-blue night takes on an azure milkiness, when the night sheds its shroud, its blue purdah, a deep inky blue, and the sea grabs the purdah and washes it in its crystal-clear waves, rinsing out the blueness, and when the purdah is like the milk from a newly-calved cow and the sea covers itself with it, then the sun appears!
It quietly creeps up to Ay-Petri, without a rustle, and on reaching it, suddenly whacks the mountain’s clumsy, jagged head with its golden broom, and shoots up and up the steep azure slope… Running away…
And when Ay-Petri suddenly shakes its shaggy grey head, waving its beard about, an
