Excerpt from Her Tragic Fate
I once read a short story, in which a Slav author had all the lilies and bells in a forest bending toward each other, whispering and resounding softly the words: "Glory! Glory! Glory!" until the whole forest and then Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Her Tragic Fate (Classic Reprint) (Sienkiewicz Henryk)