title: The Echo of Twilight
author:  Judith Kinghorn 
description: <b>Praise for the Novels of Judith Kinghorn</b><br /> <b></b><br /> A gripping tale of family secrets and a comedy of manners...Historical fiction fans will not want to miss this gem!Renee Rosen, author of <i>White Collar Girl</i><br /> <br /> An absolutely delicious bookElegant and evocative to the last word.Elizabeth Cooke, author of <i>The Gates of Rutherford</i><br /> <br /> Lucinda Rileys readers will enjoy Kinghorns manipulation of the storys timeline, fans of Sarah Jio will adore the novels romantic backbone, and historical-fiction readers will appreciate Kinghorns eye for authentic period details.<i>Booklist</i><br /> <br /> Kinghorn vividly depicts the turmoil of the postwar period...Those who love the blockbuster show <i>Downton Abbey </i>will find much to enjoy.Historical Novel Society<br /> <br /> A touching, thought-provoking and compelling read. Kinghorn evokes the years before the war as she skillfully envelops the reader in her imaginative, tragic tale.<i>RT Book Reviews</i> (4 stars)
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  # A MAY EVENING
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### NIKIKOLAI VASILIEVITCH GOGOL
  
  
  This page copyright © 2001 Munsey's.
  
  
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  THERE were sounds of merriment in the village, and a chorus of
  
  
  song murmured, stream-like, through its single street. It was the
  
  
  hour when lads and lasses, after their hard day's work, meet in the
  
  
  mellow gloaming to express their feelings in melodies which, though
  
  
  glad, are never without a strain of sadness. The pensive eventide
  
  
  was dreamily embracing the blue heaven, and transforming every
  
  
  visible object into something vague, shadowy, and ghost-like. The
  
  
  brooding gloom settled into night, and still the stream of song
  
  
  flowed on without surcease.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Guitar in hand, the eldest son of the village headman steals
  
  
  away from his comrades, and makes toward a house that is half
  
  
  hidden by a screen of pink-blossomed cherry-trees. As he walks,
  
  
  the young Cossack strikes a few notes on the inst