Vsevolod Garshin,
A Red Flower
(1911)
“ This play is based upon one of the legends of the fiddlers who used to go about from valley to valley, playing for the peasants at their festivities. Enthralled by the power of the fiddler, we are drawn up the mountains. We breathe the rarefied atmosphere of the highest peaks, and feel the strange, penetrating light of the midsummer night, the light which is neither of day nor night, but seems to come from another world "and force itself beyond our heavy eyelids!" It is the moment when the "great red sun of night stands still, while mortals dream!" ”
