"In the middle of August, before birth of young month, nasty weathers came suddenly, what are so peculiar to the north coast of the Black sea. That on whole twenty-four hours heavily dense fog lay above earth and sea, and then an enormous siren on a lighthouse roared in the day and night, exactly mad bull. That from a morning till morning went incessantly shallow, as an aquatic dust, shower, converting clay roads and paths in continuous sludge in that tied up cartfuls and crews" for a long time.