For the first time, a story about Krachit has reached publication. We all get colds, some more often, some less often, but once we find ourselves in bed, practically without getting up, each of us finds one thing or another to do. A cold takes up our time and cancels our plans. So the hero of the story, an accomplished citizen of Crachita, finding himself in this situation, increasingly moving away from his worldly responsibility, is forced, while in bed, to indulge in the memories of his youth, where the word “crevalles” flashes in his memory, which for a completely unknown reason causes a lot of suffering.