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"We stopped. Blue with snow, and the last rays of the sun in the dark woods were mysterious. There was sadness in the evening light.
    - What is it? - I asked Levitan.
    He was crying and dirty rag vyteral her nose running tears.
    - I can not, "as well! Do not look at me, Kostya. I can not mogu.Kak is good! This - like music. But what sadness in the rays, in the last rays! What is sad and why is it? "
                                                                          Konstantin Korovin