Actually, she remembered, and she had woken up in a depressed mood, even worse than in the "Long Nine" in its very first morning. But now, returning his thoughts back, she knew that her depression only increased over the week. What possessed it? Around autumn, beautiful, gold; bright morning sun penetrates through the window, and it concerns the benches table, sparkles in the brass bell, which it convenes children. And why now, in the midst of an Indian summer, these constant thoughts of the coming of winter, why she hears a reminder of winter in the sound of the wind that prowls around the school at night?