Quote by Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev

“So, when the gods finally lit the stars for the night, and the moon had slipped into a pond of darkness, I watched little rays of starlight twirl in full-bodied color on her celestial face. I wanted to stretch out my hands and caress her, to take hold of her and say, “Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your God my God.” Like Jacob wrestling that terrible angel, I, too, wanted to grasp her—if only for a temporal second—so that I could encounter the divine. But I dared not disturb what was sacred, so I let her sleep. “Goddamn it,” I said under my breath. “I am going to immortalize you.”

Quote by Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev