Today’s poetic bit is an excerpt from Dead Souls written by Nikolai V. Gogol in 1842.
Dead Souls
Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!
Much Longer
If you like this snippet you can read all of Dead Souls here. If you’d like something a little more involved check out How The Old Horse Won The Bet and stay tuned for more next week.