Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov, while studying at the school of guards ensigns and cavalry cadets, like all students of that time, also wrote essays in literature classes. For example, in 1834, shortly before he left school with the rank of Life Guards cornet, he sculpted this, calling it “Panorama of Moscow”:

“Whoever has never been to the top of Ivan the Great, who has never had the opportunity to take one look at our entire ancient capital from end to end, who has never admired this majestic, almost boundless panorama, has no idea about Moscow, for Moscow is not an ordinary a big city, of which there are a thousand; Moscow is not a silent mass of cold stones arranged in a symmetrical order... no! she has her own soul, her own life. Like in an ancient Roman cemetery, each of its stones contains an inscription inscribed by time and fate, an inscription incomprehensible to the crowd, but rich, abundant in thoughts, feelings and inspiration for a scientist, patriot and poet!.. Like the ocean, it has its own language , the language is strong, sonorous, holy, prayerful!.. As soon as the day wakes up, from all its golden-domed churches a consonant hymn of bells is heard, like a wonderful, fantastic Beethoven overture *, in which the thick roar of the counter-bass, the crackling of timpani, with the singing of the violin and flutes, form one great whole; and it seems that disembodied sounds take on a visible form, that the spirits of heaven and hell are coiled under the clouds into one diverse, immeasurable, rapidly rotating round dance!..

Oh, what a bliss it is to listen to this unearthly music, climbing to the very top tier of Ivan the Great, leaning your elbows on the narrow mossy window, to which a worn, slippery twisted staircase led you, and thinking that this whole orchestra is thundering under your feet, and imagining that everything it is for you alone that you are the king of this immaterial world, and to devour with your eyes this huge anthill, where people are fussing, alien to you, where passions are boiling, forgotten by you for a moment! humanity, look at the world - from above!

To the north in front of you, in the very distance at the edge of the blue sky, a little to the right of Petrovsky Castle, the romantic Maryina Grove blackens, and in front of it lies a layer of colorful roofs, intersected here and there by the dusty greenery of boulevards built on the ancient city rampart; on a steep mountain, strewn with low houses, among which the wide white wall of some boyar’s house is only occasionally visible, rises a quadrangular, gray, fantastic bulk - the Sukharev Tower. She proudly looks at the surroundings, as if she knows that the name of Peter is inscribed on her mossy brow! Her gloomy physiognomy, her gigantic size, her decisive forms, everything bears the imprint of another century, the imprint of that formidable power that nothing could resist.

Closer to the city center, the buildings take on a slimmer, more European appearance; one can see rich colonnades, wide courtyards surrounded by cast-iron gratings, countless church heads, bell towers with rusty crosses and colorful painted cornices. Even closer, on a wide square, rises the Petrovsky Theater, a work of modern art, a huge building, made according to all the rules of taste, with a flat roof and a majestic portico, on which stands an alabaster Apollo, standing on one leg in an alabaster chariot, motionless driving three alabaster horses and looking with annoyance at the Kremlin wall, which jealously separates him from the ancient shrines of Russia!..

To the east the picture is even richer and more varied: behind the wall itself, which descends to the right from the mountain and ends in a round corner tower, covered like scales with green tiles; a little to the left of this tower are the countless domes of St. Basil's Church, the seventy aisles of which all foreigners marvel at and which not a single Russian has yet bothered to describe in detail.

It, like the ancient Babylonian pillar, consists of several ledges, which end in a huge, jagged, rainbow-colored head, extremely similar (if you will forgive me the comparison) to the crystal faceted stopper of an ancient decanter. Scattered around it on all the ledges of the tiers are many second-class chapters, completely different from one another; they are scattered throughout the building without symmetry, without order, like branches of an old tree creeping along its bare roots.

Twisted heavy columns support iron roofs hanging over the doors and external galleries, from which small dark windows peer out, like the pupils of a hundred-eyed monster. Thousands of intricate hieroglyphic images are drawn around these windows; From time to time a dim lamp glows through their glass, blocked by bars, just as a peaceful firefly shines at night through the ivy entwining a dilapidated tower. Each chapel is painted on the outside with a special paint, as if they were not all built at the same time, as if each ruler of Moscow added one over the course of many years, in honor of his angel.

Very few Moscow residents dared to walk around all the aisles of this temple. His gloomy appearance brings some kind of despondency to the soul; It seems that you see before you Ivan the Terrible himself - but as he was in the last years of his life!

And what? - next to this magnificent, gloomy building, right opposite its doors, a dirty crowd seethes, rows of shops glitter, peddlers shout, bakers bustle around the pedestal of the monument erected to Minin; Fashionable carriages rattle, fashionable ladies babble... everything is so noisy, lively, restless!..

To the right of St. Basil's, under a steep slope, flows the shallow, wide, dirty Moscow River, exhausted under many heavy ships loaded with bread and firewood; their long masts, topped with striped weather vanes, rise from behind the Moskvoretsky Bridge, their creaky ropes, swayed by the wind like a cobweb, barely blacken against the blue sky. On the left bank of the river, looking into its smooth waters, there is a white educational building, whose wide bare walls, symmetrically located windows and pipes and generally European posture are sharply separated from other neighboring buildings, dressed in oriental luxury or filled with the spirit of the Middle Ages. Further to the east, on three hills, between which the river meanders, there are broad masses of houses of all possible sizes and colors; a tired gaze can hardly reach the distant horizon, on which groups of several monasteries are depicted, between which Simonov is especially notable for his hanging platform, almost between heaven and earth, from where our ancestors watched the movements of the approaching Tatars.

To the south, under the mountain, at the very foot of the Kremlin wall, opposite the Tainitsky Gate, a river flows, and behind it a wide valley, strewn with houses and churches, extends to the very foot of Poklonnaya Hill, from where Napoleon took his first look at the Kremlin that was disastrous for him, from where for the first time he saw his prophetic flame: this formidable light that illuminated his triumph and his fall!

In the west, behind the long tower, where only swallows live and can live (for it, being built after the French, has no ceilings or stairs inside, and its walls are spread out with cross-shaped beams), rise the arches of the Stone Bridge, which bends in an arc with one bank to another; the water, held back by a small dam, bursts out from under it with noise and foam, forming small waterfalls between the arches, which often, especially in the spring, attract the curiosity of Moscow onlookers, and sometimes take into their depths the body of a poor sinner. Further on from the bridge, on the right side of the river, the jagged silhouettes of the Alekseevsky Monastery stand out in the sky; on the left, on the plain between the roofs of merchant houses, the tops of the Donskoy Monastery shine... And there, behind it, covered in blue fog rising from the icy waves of the river, the Vorobyovy Mountains begin, crowned with dense groves, which from the steep peaks look into the river meandering at their soles it is like a snake covered with silvery scales. When the day falls, when a pink haze covers the distant parts of the city and the surrounding hills, then only can we see our ancient capital in all its splendor, for, like a beauty who shows only in the evening her best attire, only at this solemn hour can she produce a strong impression on the soul , a lasting impression.

He is the altar of Russia, on it many sacrifices worthy of the fatherland should be and have already been performed... How long ago, like the fabulous phoenix, was he reborn from his burning ashes?..

What is more majestic than these gloomy temples, closely assembled in one heap, this mysterious palace of Godunov, whose cold pillars and slabs for so many years no longer hear the sounds of a human voice, like a burial mausoleum rising in the middle of the desert in memory of the great kings?!

No, it is impossible to describe neither the Kremlin, nor its battlements, nor its dark passages, nor its magnificent palaces... You must see, see... you must feel everything that they say to the heart and imagination!..

Junker L. G. Hussar Lermontov Regiment».

* Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827) - great German composer and pianist.

PERSONAL OPINION

Let's say something about the glorious poet

Our columnist remembers Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov, who was born exactly 200 years ago.

It is probably difficult to teach Lermontov in school today. The “main line” is vaguely outlined. In Soviet times, it was clear: you quote about “unwashed Russia,” which, as you know, is “a country of slaves, a country of masters,” and you get an A. You're talking about the restless spirit of the poet, who suffered from childhood under the yoke of his serfdom grandmother - another five. You add about Pechorin as a “superfluous person”, then you sympathize with dear Maxim Maksimych as a “little man”, and then the quarter ended with a good grade in the diary ().

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Examples of the use of the word "immense" in the press

1. And future students, when contacting the admissions committee, are not often interested in whether university management will employ them. At the first stage, the main thing for them is to get admitted, and the search for a job looms somewhere in boundless future. (Life, 07/28/2005)

2. Whose tireless horse is this, running in the steppe? boundless“And even if this verse does not disarm his wife, who is sensitive to poetry, then Nikolai, preparing for the next “battle,” prepares himself with other lines from “Poltava”: “But the moment of victory is close, close. (Tribune, 07/14/2005)

3. Here is one of them: “Who has never been to the top of Ivan the Great, who has never had the opportunity to take one look at our entire ancient capital from end to end, who has never admired this majestic, almost boundless panorama, he has no idea about Moscow."

4. The laughter is wrapped up in a stuffing of gags, suddenly ending with the quietest tragic note. Harrier-white Esther (the eyes of an angel looking in different directions) and her newfound brother Simon in the center boundless poppy field in the center of the earth. (Novaya Gazeta, 06/16/2005)

5. IN boundless On the banks of this eclectic, mostly non-rhyming stream, one can meet both Debut nominees beloved by a narrow circle and authors recognized by publishers, as well as those who yesterday found their first readers on the Internet. (Novaya Gazeta, 06/20/2005)

6. For example, Professor Irisova herself, who has professionally studied many regions of Russia, considers the Shirkov churchyard to be the most beautiful place on earth: a high hill between lakes Vselug and Volgo, two churches, stone and wooden, four houses, boundless epic distances, and silence all around. (Soviet Russia, 07/23/2005)

7. Before the trip I go through another interview - on safety. Dear Nils, a former architect, whose grandfather fought in Spain against Franco, and whose grandmother always admired Khrushchev, talks about boundless an ocean of pitfalls that need to be bypassed, avoided, swam around, cut through, in the end, in order to complete the job with the least loss; With Swiss-German thoroughness and viscosity, he loads me with theoretical calculations, explaining along the way how many ICRC employees these security measures saved the lives of. (Novaya Gazeta, 01-08-2005)

8. You probably travel around the country, you see boundless deserts in place of destroyed, extinct villages. Why is this happening? (Trud, 04-06-2005)

9. After all, before putting land into civil circulation, it is necessary to at least remove it from the bosom of state and municipal property, that is, carry out its primary privatization. And this is the task boundless scale: despite the massive corporatization of agricultural enterprises and the widespread distribution of land plots to citizens for vegetable gardens and individual construction in the early 2000s, approximately 0 percent of all land in Russia is still owned by the state and municipalities. (Parliamentary newspaper, 09-06-2005)

10. Everyone wrote reports ahead of time, indicating two places where they would like to serve. boundless more than 60 thousand kilometers of Russian border. No one left their civilian job as a result of what was happening. (NG-Military Review, 08-07-2005)

11. Imagine a frozen crust of earth on top of a hundred-meter thick layer of ice, which is called permafrost here. Add to this boundless spaces of bare and dull tundra. (Profile, 04-07-2005)

12. I always knew that in an essentially peasant country, the death of agriculture would affect everything - from the people’s character to the most complex social conflicts. When the state farm was calmly cultivating the land, tending a huge herd, and there was no question of what awaited these boundless hilly spaces breathe, work, bring benefits. (Soviet Russia, 09-08-2005)

13. But Vasiliev does not; in the sky there are clouds and boundless space; oh, what a future the boy will have (pah-pah-pah, so as not to jinx it; hey, Bolshoi Theater, hurry up and steal the guy, he’s a ready-made artist, in a year the American Ballet Theater will take him away, and we’ll never see him again) . (Vremya Novostey, 01-07-2005)

14. People in the fields were found less and less often, scattered throughout boundless open spaces. Finally he heard the sound of an approaching car and realized that all danger was behind him. (Izvestia (Moscow edition), 07/15/2005)

15. But all this is business boundless future. In the meantime, two schools are being built in Beslan. (Moskovsky Komsomolets, 06-06-2005)

16. I remember one of the many paintings by Leningrad artists, dedicated to great construction projects, depicting how young people land on the Volga pier, bending under the weight of suitcases and looking enthusiastically at boundless expanses engulfed in the blue summer heat. Delight and readiness to immediately take part in the great creation were written on their faces. (Top Secret, 07/06/2005)

17. Yes, the panorama is extraordinary, boundless. It is nothing like the view of St. Petersburg that I once admired from the Nevsky Tower. (Moskovsky Komsomolets, 07/25/2005)

18. Truly boundless Historical experience shows that most often those who violate the rules are those who simply do not have the strength and resources to comply with them. In this sense, Russia is more similar to Great Britain during the suppression of the Sepoy uprising in India (mid-19th century) than to Great Britain during the campaign against Iraq. (New time, 11-07-2005)

19. Horizons are opening up boundless. Especially in terms of the variety of sports competitions. (Nezavisimaya Gazeta, 07/27/2005)

October 15 (October 3, old style) marks the 200th anniversary of the birth of the great Russian poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. In our review, timed to coincide with the anniversary date, the editors of the project website suggest taking a short walk through the “Lermontov places” in Moscow and recalling the poet’s works dedicated to the capital.

Moscow, Moscow!.. I love you like a son,

Like a Russian - strong, fiery and tender!

Moscow occupies a special place in Lermontov’s life. This is the city in which the poet was born, where he spent his adolescence and youth, where his worldview was formed and his calling was discovered. Lermontov's first poem was published in Moscow; in this city the young man experienced his first love and “anxiety of the soul.” He loved Moscow with all his heart, with all his soul, and more than once confessed his love for the city in his works: “... as long as I live, I swear, friends, not to stop loving Moscow.”

The starting point of the “excursion to Lermontov’s places” is traditionally. Here, on the spot, at the crossroads of roads going from the Red Gate to and from Kalanchevka to the Red Gate, there used to be the house of Major General F.N. Tolya. In house No. 1 (demolished in 1949), the Lermontov couple had a son, Mikhail, born on the night of October 2-3. In memory of this event, a memorial plaque was installed on the modern building.

In 1941, in the year of the centenary of the poet’s death, the square was renamed , and at the same time a decision was made to create a monument to the poet. But the outbreak of war prevented the implementation of these plans. Only in 1965, the grand opening of the work of the sculptor I. D. Brodsky took place in the park on the square. Bronze Lermontov, with his hands behind his back, lost in thought, stands on a high pedestal. A special poetic atmosphere is created by a bench and a lattice with bas-reliefs located next to the monument, illustrating images of Lermontov’s works, including “Mtsyri”, “Demon” and the immortal “Sail”. And, despite the fact that after the release of the film “Gentlemen of Fortune”, with the light hand of Savely Kramarov, the monument began to be called, it is considered the most romantic monument in Moscow. In 1992, most of the square's territory was returned to its historical name, Red Gate, and part of the square on the outer side of the Garden Ring, on which the square and monument to Lermontov is located, still bears the name of the poet.

Little Misha was baptized on October 11, 1814 in the nearby Church of the Three Saints (demolished in 1928, in 1934 the lobby of the Krasnye Vorota metro station was built near this place). After spending the winter in a small house on Kalanchevskaya Street, in the spring the Lermontovs moved to the estate of the poet’s maternal grandmother E.A. Arsenyeva - the village of Tarkhany, Penza province, where Mikhail spent his childhood. Lermontov returned to Moscow as a teenager in 1827. The grandmother, who replaced the boy's parents (after the death of his mother, the grandmother took up Misha's upbringing, reducing meetings with his father Yuri Petrovich Lermontov to a minimum), brought her grandson so that he could receive a decent education. Upon arrival, they stopped in Sergievsky Lane, with Uncle E.A. Arsenyeva, Mikhail Afanasyevich Meshcherinov, and in the spring they settled in the wooden mansion of the widow of Major Kostomarov, rented on 26 (the house has not survived).

Well prepared by tutors for studying at the Noble University boarding school, Lermontov immediately entered the 4th grade of the institution. The boy was prepared for the exams by one of the best teachers at the boarding school, A.Z. Zinoviev, with whom Misha sometimes walked around Moscow. Their usual route, starting from Povarskaya, went to, then along to, then to, and from there to, where Lermontov first climbed to the upper tier. The panorama of the ancient city made an indelible impression on Mikhail. Later, he climbed the bell tower many times to admire Moscow from a bird's eye view. Lermontov described the image of his beloved city in his youthful article (1834) “Panorama of Moscow”: “Who has never been to the top of Ivan the Great, who has never happened to take one look at our entire ancient capital from end to end, who has never admired with this majestic, almost boundless panorama, he has no idea about Moscow, for Moscow is not an ordinary big city, of which there are a thousand; Moscow is not a silent mass of cold stones arranged in a symmetrical order... no, it has its own soul, its own life.”

The Moscow University Noble Boarding House, where Lermontov studied for 2 years, was located on the corner of Tverskaya and on the site of the current one. According to the memoirs of contemporaries, the boarding school was considered the best educational institution in Russia on a par with the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. He was famous not only for his teachers (M.G. Pavlov, A.F. Merzlyakov, S.E. Raich, M.A. Maksimovich), but for his students. Wonderful Russian writers and poets emerged from its walls: V.A. Zhukovsky, A.S. Griboyedov, V.F. Odoevsky, N.P. Ogarev, F.I. Tyutchev, Decembrists: N. M. Muravyov, P. G. Kakhovsky, V. F. Raevsky, N. I. Turgenev. In 1830, after transforming the boarding school into a gymnasium, Lermontov entered

While still studying at the boarding school, Lermontov and his grandmother moved from Povarskaya to Malaya Povarskaya, house 2 (nowadays). The small mansion where they moved in early August 1829 belonged to the merchant F.I. Chernova. This one-story house with a mezzanine, built after a fire in 1812, became... Mikhail Yuryevich lived in it until his departure to St. Petersburg at the end of July 1832. This was the most fruitful period of his short life. While studying at the noble boarding school and Moscow University, 17 poems, 3 dramas and about 250 poems were written here.

The house on Malaya Molchanovka is the only surviving house in Moscow where the poet lived. In 1977, the building was transferred to the State Literary Museum, and in 1981 it opened here. The museum recreates the atmosphere of the 30s of the 19th century, telling about the family structure and life of the aspiring poet.

In 1994, in a small park on Malaya Molchanovka, not far from the house-museum, works by A. Burganov were installed.

During his years studying at the boarding school, Lermontov became seriously interested in theater. As a child, he visited the Petrovsky Theater (), and as he grew up, he became a lover of theatrical productions.

Leaving his beloved Moscow in the summer of 1832 to continue his studies in St. Petersburg, full of hopes and plans, Lermontov returned here again, only on the way to exile. Having left the city, Lermontov subsequently wrote to Lopukhina: “...Moscow is my homeland and will always be so for me; I was born there, suffered a lot there and was too happy there!”

The poet retained this love for the city until the end of his life. The image of Moscow is present in many of Lermontov's works, starting with his early youthful poems. In an early sketch of “Who saw the Kremlin at the golden hour of the morning,” the poet admires Moscow:

Who saw the Kremlin at golden hour in the morning,

When there is fog over the city,

When between the temples with proud simplicity,

Like a king, does the giant tower turn white?

And in one of his very first works, the poem "Boulevard", written in July 1830, Lermontov satirically depicts visitors, life and customs of noble Moscow in the late 20s - early 30s; the poet shows in the drama "Strange Man" (finished in July 1831).

Describing Moscow from above in the “Panorama of Moscow”, the St. Petersburg cadet Lermontov is convinced that the cold northern capital will never become the heart of Russia: “What can we compare with this Kremlin, which, surrounded by battlements, flaunting the golden domes of cathedrals, reclines on a high mountain, like a sovereign crown on the brow of a formidable ruler?... He is the altar of Russia..."

The picture of the ancient capital unfolds in the poem "Song...about the merchant Kalashnikov." Moscow from the time of Ivan the Terrible is presented by the poet as a symbol of faith, as a holy, Orthodox city. The collective artistic image of Moscow shows its different sides: “royal” Moscow, “robber” Moscow, the life and customs of the merchant Zamoskvorechye region. In the poem, Lermontov describes the city itself, the Kremlin, Red Square, Zaryadye, and its inhabitants.

Vespers were rung in the holy churches;

Behind the Kremlin a foggy dawn is burning;

Clouds are flying into the sky -

The blizzard drives them singing;

The wide living courtyard was deserted,

Locked by Stepan Paramonovich

Your own bench with an oak door

Yes, a German lock with a spring;

Angry, toothy, grumpy dog

Tied to an iron chain,

And he went home, thoughtful,

To the young housewife across the Moscow River.

…… Above the great, golden-domed Moscow,

Above the Kremlin white stone wall

Because of the distant forests, because of the blue mountains,

Playfully on the plank roofs,

The gray clouds are accelerating,

The scarlet dawn is rising...

The theme of Moscow, which is identified with the Motherland, is revealed by Lermontov in the poem "Borodino". The poet represents Moscow as a symbol and as a stronghold of the Russian state. Regretting that Moscow had to be surrendered to the French, the poet is convinced that this is not a defeat for the Russian army, but a forced step:

If it were not the Lord's will,

They wouldn't give up Moscow!

And the lines:

Guys! Isn't Moscow behind us?

We'll die near Moscow... -

became symbolic in 1941.

In the poem "Sashka" Lermontov's fiery declaration of love for his native city sounds. The poet is convinced that a Russian person cannot help but love Moscow, and vows not to stop loving it until the end of his days:

Moscow, Moscow!..

I love you like a son

Like a Russian - strong, fiery and tender!

I love the sacred shine of your gray hairs

And this Kremlin...

The actions of the autobiographical novel “Princess Ligovskaya” unfold in St. Petersburg, but Moscow is mentioned several times in the work. In a dispute about Moscow in the Pechorins’ living room, the invited diplomat clearly gives preference to St. Petersburg: “Every Russian should love St. Petersburg: here everything that is best in Russian youth has gathered, as if on purpose, to give a friendly hand to Europe. Moscow is only a magnificent monument, magnificent and silent the tomb of the past, here is life, here are our hopes..." In response to this, Princess Ligovskaya says: "I love Moscow, the memory of such a happy time is associated with the memories of it, but here everything is so cold, so dead..." The mediator! Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin speaks in this dispute.

“However,” said the diplomat, “will you give preference to Moscow or St. Petersburg?”

“Moscow is my homeland,” answered Pechorin...

And that was it. How can you not love your homeland and not recognize its supremacy? Pechorin’s words are the position of the author himself, who, through the lips of his hero, once again confesses his love for Moscow.

Almost 200 years separate Lermontov's Moscow from the modern city. Over the years, the ancient capital has changed beyond recognition, but just as in the time of the poet, the majestic and ancient Moscow Kremlin rises, the monumental building of the former Noble Assembly and the old building of Moscow University on Mokhovaya stand, the Bolshoi Theater gives performances and Tverskoy Boulevard is also popular among the townspeople , an old one-story house with a mezzanine on Malaya Molchanovka has also been preserved, where you can now come to remember the brilliant poet, prose writer, playwright, artist and person.

To the 200th anniversary of the birth of M.Yu. Lermontov From September 18 to December 10, 2014, the Exhibition Halls host a large-scale all-Russian exhibition “My home is wherever there is a vault of heaven...”, dedicated to the life and work of the poet. Leading museums, state archives, libraries and theaters of the country take part in the inter-museum project, where materials related to the life and work of M.Yu. Lermontov. The opened exhibition, in terms of the number of exhibits presented, is the largest in the history of Lermontov anniversaries. Many exhibits are on public display for the first time.

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“Whoever has never been to the top of Ivan the Great, who has never had the opportunity to take one look at our entire ancient capital from end to end, who has never admired this majestic, almost boundless panorama, has no idea about Moscow, for Moscow is not an ordinary a big city, of which there are a thousand; Moscow is not a silent mass of cold stones, arranged in a symmetrical order... no, it has its own soul, its own life, like in an ancient Roman cemetery, each of its stones contains an inscription written by time and fate, an inscription, incomprehensible to the crowd, but rich, abundant in thoughts, feelings and inspiration for a scientist, patriot and poet!.. Like the ocean, it has its own language, a strong, sonorous, holy, prayerful language!.. As soon as the day wakes up, of all its golden-domed churches the consonant hymn of the bells resounds, like a wonderful, fantastic overture by Beethoven, in which the thick roar of the counter-bass, the crackling of the timpani, with the singing of the violin and flute, form one great whole and it seems that disembodied sounds take a visible form, that of spirits; heaven and hell twine under the clouds into one diverse, immeasurable, rapidly rotating round dance!..”