"...The pupils of her eyes were deep and liquid; her cheeks
showed a flush of red. Her lips were soft—like a beast's—large,
sensuous and rosy. She walked slowly, moving her long straight legs
evenly, and slightly swaying from her hips….
...She joined the maidens on the river slope.They were singing their mysterious, alluring and illusive songs...."
-Boris Pilniak, A Year of Their Lives
