From The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov:
“There was one man, but few could see him. He found a place for himself, not on the side where the ascent to the hill was open and where the execution could be watched most comfortably, but on the northern slope, which was not as gentle and accessible, but craggy, with gaps and crevasses, in one of which a sickly fig tree tried desperately to live, clutching at the heaven-cursed waterless earth.”
“There was one man, but few could see him. He found a place for himself, not on the side where the ascent to the hill was open and where the execution could be watched most comfortably, but on the northern slope, which was not as gentle and accessible, but craggy, with gaps and crevasses, in one of which a sickly fig tree tried desperately to live, clutching at the heaven-cursed waterless earth.”