“One spring morning I was sitting in a secluded corner of the city garden and studying for my matriculation exam. Spring was in full swing: the bird cherry blossomed and the lilac blossomed; the leaves on the trees had not yet become saturated with dust and seemed to have just been painted and varnished; the first butterflies fluttered across the emerald lawns, above the yellow flowers, and in the thicket of the bushes the sparrows were anxiously talking about the upcoming troubles of setting up their family homes. The jubilant sun had not yet had time to drink the dew on the grass and leaves, and the lanky shadows still cut the paths of the garden and provided fresh, fragrant coolness...”