• The moon was so young, so strange, even as a young girl who is dreaming and is afraid to tell her dreams; and it was shining only for itself.

    Leonid Andreyev: The moon was so young, so strange, even as a young girl who is dreaming and is afraid to tell her dreams; and it was shining only for itself.
    Leonid Andreyev (2005). “The Crushed Flower and Other Stories”, p.29, 1st World Publishing