The little live nightingale... had come to sing of comfort and hope. As he sang, the phantoms grew pale, and still more pale, and the blood flowed quicker and quicker through the Emperor's feeble body. Even Death listened, and said, "Go on, little nightingale, go on!"


Fairy Tales. The Nightingale


The little live nightingale... had come to sing of comfort and hope. As he sang, the phantoms grew pale, and still more pale, and the blood flowed...

The little live nightingale... had come to sing of comfort and hope. As he sang, the phantoms grew pale, and still more pale, and the blood flowed...

The little live nightingale... had come to sing of comfort and hope. As he sang, the phantoms grew pale, and still more pale, and the blood flowed...

The little live nightingale... had come to sing of comfort and hope. As he sang, the phantoms grew pale, and still more pale, and the blood flowed...