He looked with an owner 's eye at the peace of the evening , at the river , at the houses , at the everlasting life of the forests , at the life of the old mankind , at the secrets of the land , at the pride of his own heart ; but it was they that possessed him and made him their own to the innermost thought , to the slightest stir of blood , to his last breath .
Он смотрел хозяином на покой вечера, на реку, на дома, на вечную жизнь лесов, на жизнь старого человечества, на тайны земли, на гордость своего сердце; но именно они владели им и сделали его своим до самой сокровенной мысли, до малейшего движения крови, до последнего его вздоха.
