**As if a shepherd's fire is burning in the autumn twilight, Waving from afar across a sea of wilderness: The image of Miklós Toldi flames up to me Almost nine or ten men-filled in antiquity. I remember, as if I could see his stately growth, In destructive battle his splintering in the wood, I could hear the thundering tones of his words, whom today you would fancy God's wrath. in pencil drawing form. --v 5** - Image #4 <@417577430925049856>
As if a shepherds fire is burning in the autumn twilight, Waving from afar across a sea of wilderness The image of Miklós Toldi flames up to me Almost nine or ten menfilled in antiquity. I remember, as if I could see his stately growth, In destructive battle his splintering in the wood, I could hear the thundering tones of his words, whom today you would fancy Gods wrath. in pencil drawing form.