“Aelita” by Alexey Tolstoy.

When Los’ got up, long tree shadows were seen from the window. A bird was whistling in a crystal and monotonous voice. With Gusev left sleeping Los’ dressed up quickly and proceeded to the library though he has not got any answer for his knocking. He got into the yard ... The meadow sloped gently down to the grove, the low buildings. A herd of awkward, long-woolled animals half-bears, half-cows bellowing sadly moved in that direction. The slanting beams of the sun gilded the curly grass and the whole meadow glowed with the wet gold. The emerald cranes have flown at the lake . A snowy mountain cone lit in the beams of the setting sun emerged in the distance.