Kazbegi

I endured the Military-Georgian Road. It is not a road but poetry, a marvelous, fantastic story composed by a demon and dedicated to Tamara. Imagine yourself perched on a mountain eight thousand feet high. Now please walk, in your mind, to the edge of the abyss and look down, far, far down. You see a narrow floor, along which a little white ribbon is twisting—the white-haired, grumbling Aragvi river... Anton Chekhov in a letter of August 12 1888 to K.S. Barantzevich