Stopping his horses again, Nikolai looked around. Around him was the same magical plain drenched in moonlight, with stars strewn over it.
"Zakhar is shouting that I should turn to the left, but why to the left?" Nikolai wondered. "are we driving to the Melyukovs'? Can this be Melyukovka? We're driving God knows where, and God knows what's going on with us-- and it's very strange and good, what's going on with us." He glanced back at the sleigh.
-- p. 525 in P/V
Lynn Waskelis
from page 659-660 of original text
collage, candle wax, ink
made 1/7/11
page 524-525 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation
from page 659-660 of original text
collage, candle wax, ink
made 1/7/11
page 524-525 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation
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