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24 February 2010. Rain in the night, gusts...
The town of Plyos, with it's golden light, set wide on the Volga. River boats moored to muddy bank, a single side-wheel steamer in the distance. Heavy dark hulls for the grain trade, low in the water even without cargo. A Sunday morning, perhaps--Voskresenie--na tretij den' posle raspyatiya... No one present, only the quiet river, the simple church on hill further downstream, a few clouds...
Isaac Levitan...
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