title:Comet in Moominland;description:But Moomintroll didn’t stop till he came to the sea, and there he satdown and solemnly watched the waves rolling in, one after another, each with its crest of white foam.
title:Moominpappa’s Memoirs;description:Now the dusk fell again. It spread very slowly and carefully, to give the day ample time to go to bed. Small clouds were strewn all over the western sky like dabs of pink whipped cream. They were reflected on the ocean, which rested calm and smooth and looked quite harmless.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:The sky began to grow pale and the rocks rose up in front of him in great undulating masses, and above them he could see the lighthouse. There it was at last, huge and black against the grey of the sky.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:Moominpappa looked at the angry sea, breaking over the island, throwing up spray and falling back again with a terrible sucking sound. And over the point the waves were thundering.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:There was the sea – his sea- going past, wave after wave, foaming recklessly, raging furiously, but, somehow, tranquil at the same time. He felt completely alive from the tip of his ears to the tip of his tail.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:It was drizzling, and the rock and the water were the same colour, a grey nothingness and very lonely.
title:Tales from Moominvalley;description:There are many kinds of island, but all those that are small enough and far enough are without exception rather sad and lonesome.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:”It’s so beautiful!” said Moominmamma to herself. Beautiful and just a little strange. Now I’ve time to think about it, the whole thing is rather wonderful.
title:Finn Family Moomintroll;description:The sun was slowly setting towards the evening and the long shiny swells were colored in yellow and gold. (translated by Eva Roos)
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:One evening the western sky was on fire with the most beautiful sunset she had ever seen. It was a tumult of red, orange, pink and yellow flames, filling the clouds above the dark and stormy sea with smouldering colours.
title:Moominpappa at Sea;description:The sea had turned violet and the line of the forest along the shore looked soft and dark. She was very sleepy, and suddenly felt everything was a little unreal; a slow, fantastically lit dream in which one walks through heavy, heavy sand without getting anywhere.
title:Moominpappa’s Memoirs;description:And at sunrise something beautiful happened. The mist became as rosy-red as the veil on the Hemulen’s Sunday bonnet. In a moment the whole world turned rosy-red and friendly.
title:Finn Family Moomintroll;description:On the beach it was lighter. A pale blue shimmer hung over the sea and sky, and far out the birds cried their lonely cries.
title:Moominpappa’s Memoirs;description:The wind had gone home to sleep, and there was no horizon to be seen, only a great transparency of light.