"There, there in September
transparent leaf
shone like a star,
there I was happy
as I will never be happy again,
never..."
The Vydubetsky monastery was not crowded. The carved domes of the church rose high into the sky. Bright autumn foliage picturesquely set off the whiteness of simple ancient walls. Ejaz wandered around as if spellbound. „Martha, it's so beautiful! I have no words to describe! “
She was overwhelmed with the same feelings. She loved nature, loved to wander alone through the streets of the city. But it turned out that sharing own impressions with someone who could also feel and understand beauty, as she herself, was much more pleasant. “And who are you? - she thought, glancing at him furtively and no longer noticing either his long nose or small stature, - and where did you come from? And why, why do I feel so happy with you?"
Instead of answering these unasked questions, he suddenly picked her up in his arms outside the gates of the monastery and began to circle, bursting into joyful, unusual laughter of his.
novel WANDERER, part III