Lovely is the Dnieper in tranquil weather when, freely and smoothly, its waters glide through forests and mountains. Not a sound, not a ripple is stirring. You look and cannot tell wether its majestic expanse moves or does not move; and it might be of molten crystal and like a blue road made of mirror, inmensurably broad, endlessly long and twisting about the green world.
Nicolai Gogol
