“Cold winds had already cast pallor and darkness on sad Nature when Agathon, Isidore and I went to the village to enjoy the melancholy autumn. I will never forget this autumn, which we spent so pleasantly, I will never forget our solitary walks when we, sitting on the withered grass of a high hill, looked at the empty fields, at the sparse, dull groves, listened to the sound of the gusty wind carrying yellow leaves, felt trembling in our hearts and hugged each other with eloquent silence...”