“Thick twilight, permeated with warm dampness, descended over the entire neighborhood. The shadows have faded away, you can no longer distinguish them. The Neva is motionless, and it is difficult for the ear to catch the faint rustle of the surf. A yellow leaf has already appeared on the oak trees. The grass has stopped growing, huge old crows boldly walk along it, their strong beaks open, and sometimes their hungry croak is heard with a dry, drawn-out crackling sound. Further, on the seashore, something is low blue - either a cloud, or heavy air...” The work is given in the pre-reform alphabet.