Book: Pan

Sometimes the rain pours, and the storm is howling, and in that rainy day will find causeless joy, and go, go, afraid to spill. Will rise, sometimes, look straight ahead, then suddenly laugh quietly and look around. What then do you think? Yes, even on a clean glass window, the ray on the glass, on the Creek that is visible in the window, and maybe about the blue hole in the clouds. Anything more is not necessary. And at other times even something extraordinary not withdraw from a quiet, depressed state of mind, and in the ballroom you can sit sadly, not infected by the General merriment. Because the source of our joys and sorrows in us.

Sober, left the severity.

It was taken in winter, the feelings she was asleep.