Mist coiled like smoke on the ground among the trees. It was heavy, and our disembodied heads seemed to float on its surface. Three of the peasants went with us. That made eleven in all: Rodzianko, moodily silent and taking the lead with a big knapsack high on his shoulders, then the peasants, th...
A cold rain had fallen during the early morning, and was still falling. It was good weather for museums and indoor games and staying in bed all day, alone or with company. I walked through slush looking at the other side of the street. It was much nicer over there with the winter-bare trees as a ...