She didn’t know where she was going, her legs carried her on their own, and she resignedly obeyed them. She did not see and did not know that she was going further and further from the road, into the very thicket of the forest. It had already begun to get dark, the sun caught its tops on the peaks of the pine trees, ready to roll down from the sky, giving way to the night luminary. Ancient mosses hung from the branches with ragged beards; in the twilight they seemed like mighty giants, lurking in anticipation of a lonely traveler. She wandered until she fell, exhausted, on the wet grass...