When Raiko Kutrev went out of Lazar Glaushev’s house that night he was walking on the same street, towards the upper end of the town. His youngish legs were walking fast, despite the darkness and the bad cobbles. The passers-by were few; the gates from both sides of the street ¬¬– all closed. It was serene and warm spring night. Above the low overhanging wide eaves, large and lucent stars were twinkling. Such were those spring bright nights that for a short time (while the young person walked a hundred or two hundred steps), everything around was changed unnoticeably. Invisible behind the walls and roof, the fool moon presented itself on the distant horizon in the east. A silvery-blue light flowed all over the sky and all the stars sank into the …show more content…
Didn’t you see him?’ ‘Who... The Mule?’ ‘Don’t call him that. He hates you. He said you made up this nickname.’ She saw how the young chap’s teeth shone under the moon and reached them as though she wanted to touch them. He slightly caressed her hairs with his free hand –to check mayhap if they were not really on fire. The stone fence stood between them: they grasped their hands once more, looking at each other insatiably. A small dog, rustling almost unheard through the herbage, came nearer the girl, shaking his friendly-curved tail. It smell its owner once, then smell her one more time; then raised its muzzle a bit towards the fence, beyond which the young chap was standing, and turned around backwards again, rustling across the herbage. Not far away from here maiden’s cousin – Pantu The Mule was lurking in the shadow of a scrub. The dog had come from there and was heading thither again. Raiko Kutrev and the young maiden noticed nothing. She whispered again: - ‘Five days you haven’t come.’ ‘You count them pretty accurately,’ whispered he and his white teeth were still shining. He continued: ‘Don’t count ‘em. I’ll come always when I can. I come always when I can.’ ‘Come ev’ry day... Ev’ry
His traveling companion, a lofty white dog, guarded his goods and offered a loyal friendship. Sam and his dog had started to make their way out of town when a murder was discovered in one of the places Sam had sold his goods. The town’s suspicion bloomed and they were
The night was cold and with every gust of wind someone shivered. The stars were bright enough to light up the night even without the bright full moon in the sky. I was standing in my normal spot in a short alleyway with a line of five
It was late in the evening when they first arrived. The beautiful shining moon was contrasted elegantly by the almost obsidian sky, a sky which seemed to hold so many mysteries from ignorant observers such as himself. It was a warm night, with little to no breeze, yet, everyone within the surrounding area property was stricken with goosebumps. Their arrival was signaled by shouting, and a large magnitude of gunfire. From his position in his quarters, he was able to observe the manor being ransacked by the men in blue.
Francesca Sciacca The night is crisp and clear. In the sky stars caress the bright full moon. A creature trudges across a grass field. He pauses, inhales deeply as though he just got the scent of his next prey.
The once starry night now resembled a cluster of tiny white smudges engulfed by a grim lifeless mass. Just as my eyes were fully shut, I heard a distant yell, followed by a woman 's piercing shriek. My last thought, “What is happening to me.” “We need to evacuate the building.” “Wake the girl, we have to move, NOW.”
The dull air in the morning with the strange lights, the eerie silence of the noon, and strange yet normal creatures and voices of the night. People believe this ghost of a town to be the line between insanity and reality, things seen here are normal to the people of the town, but to outsiders it 's unexplainable. So I advise you to be aware of your surrounding when reading because something to your dismay, just might be lurking in the shadows.
In the first line of the excerpt, Golding describes the sliver of the moon in the horizon as sitting “right down on the water” and the lights in the sky “moved fast, winked, or went out”. The author gives life and human-like characteristics to the moon and lights, in order to deepen the meaning of the writing. It further allows the reader to relate to what is being said due to Golding applying human characteristics to something nonhuman. In
Romanticism in the early years of America explored contrasting interpretations such as insight and feeling over rationalist views consisting of science and civilization. American Romantic writers reject rationalism due to the fact that they believe that intuition and imagination yield greater truths. Specifically, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Ralph Waldo Emerson, being two of the many writers that demonstrate romantic ideas, incorporate the fundamentals of nature into their works to display themes about life that they suppose the rational mind fails to detect. Longfellow as well as Emerson utilize the power of nature in order to illustrate distinct truths regarding life.
Once outside the camp, “it seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side” (84). The motif of night can be identified effortlessly because of the key words and attention grabbing context of the literary
While strange shapes would show, and so would colors, I began to get dizzy, trying to avoid the terrifying spiders and what was said to be vicious scorpions and snakes, I became hopeless not able to hold my imagination and not knowing what was reality, I became hungry. I became so hungry that I began to eat the baby spiders crawling up my throbbing leg and as the day became longer the more I became lonelier not knowing what the future would hold for me. As the night grew darker so did the noise and creaking I heard, not knowing where the mysterious noise had come from I became severally frightened. While wishing my peers were here to comfort me, I began to think about how enraged they must be with me for shattering the majestic carpet. Soon I began to doubt the forgiveness of my peers.
Early in the story there is a mood of hope and excitement despite the boys “incarceration”. This is highlighted in the description of the moon illuminating the snow covering the ground outside the boys sleeping quarters. “The moon and the stars spread a thin blue light over the whitening ground below.
The approach of autumn was well on its way. “Autumn’s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Bracken was yellowing, heather passing from bloom, and the clumps of wild-wood taking the soft russet and purple of decline. Faint odors of wood smoke seemed to fit over the moor, and the sharp lines of the hill fastnesses were drawn as with a graving-tool against the sky.” As Ellie drove down the road she was much more aware of all her surroundings.
In “Acquainted with the Night”, it embodies the abyss of despair that the narrator finds themselves in. The poem centers on the qualities of the night, and the night’s defining characteristic is its never-ending darkness. The poem’s very title shows how deeply bogged down in darkness the narrator is; the speaker has, ironically, become friends with it. The motif of darkness manifests itself in other examples as well. The speaker writes, “I have outwalked the furthest city light,” showing that he or she has transcended the limits of a normal person’s misfortune and instead exposed himself to complete and utter desperation (3).
I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves.
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.