"By the Black Sea the beardless, swarthy Cossack with resined moustaches sings an ancient song as he loads his pistol; and over there, at the other end of Russia, out among the ice floes, the Russian entrepreneur drawsls a song as he harpoons the whale. Do we not have the makings of an opera of our own?"
(NIKOLAJ GOGOL…
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