Gogoling
Reading Nikolai Gogol's novel Dead Souls , I came across this well-known passage: Once, long ago, in the years of my youth, in those beautiful years that rolled so swiftly, I was full of joy, charmed when I arrived for the first time in an unknown place; it might be a farm, a poor little district town, a large village, a small settlement: my eager, childish eyes always found there many interesting objects. Every building, everything that showed an individual touch, enchanted my mind, and left a vivid impression. The author then goes on to describe such a village in great detail. I had to take our daughter to the dentist in the nearby town of Battle today and, waiting for her return and inspired by Gogol I wrote the following: Battle. Mount Street car park . The whole area was dry, in the depths of a March drought and the sunlight had a peculiar, unseasonal intensity. It made strong contrasts on the walls of the 1990s sheltered homes with their mixture of rufous and sardine-c