The Wind on the Heath
John Sampson (ed.)
University Press of Edinburgh
£28.99

‘But now upon the Gypsy camp
A drowsy silence is descending;
With bay of dogs, and neigh and stamp,
The silence of the steppe is blending;
And everywhere the fires are slack.
All is at rest; the lonely moon
Upon the tranquil bivouac
Pours lustre from her highest noon.
An old man sits, alone, awake,
Within, before the coals, to take
The warmth, till the last flicker dies;
And through the screen the night-fogs make
On the far plain he bends his eyes…’
(Pushkin, p. 52)
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