And a round dance of stars, shining brightly in the dark blue night sky, becomes invisible in the early morning twilight until the next Night …

      And Dawn has already brightened the crowns of trees, the roofs of houses, dimmed the light of night lamps on the streets of cities and villages, and inexorably moved towards the night shadows, crowded them with flowers and grass under the dense crown of bushes and trees. But even there, the Mirages of Night did not find refuge for long, Morning makes its way into the dense thickets of juniper, under the crowns of centennial pine trees closed in the top, under the thin branches of quivering white birches, filling every corner in nature with light, ringing voically about the arrival of a new day with the voices of the restless cockerel orchestra …