Ivan Aleksandrovich Goncharov. Open (№ 135788)

... it's the autumn, and the fall of man, like all animals, if he goes into himself.
Out and birds fly - see how the cranes are flying! she said, pointing high above the river on a curved line of black dots in the air.
- When all around everything is gloomy, pale, dull, and the soul becomes dull... isn't it?