Sevastopol
Platanus Publishing
The flush o of morning has but just begun to tin ge the sky above Sapun Mountain the dark blue surface of the sea has already cast aside the shades of night and awaits the first ray to begin a play of merry gleams cold and mist are wafted from the bay there is no snow all is black but the mor ning frost pinches the face and crackles underfoot and the far off unceasing roar of the sea broken now and then by the thunder of the firing in Sevas topol alone disturbs the calm of the morning It is dark on board the ships it has just struck eight bells Tanıtım Bülteninden
