Spring nights can be strange and unpredictable. They make you think we have something in common with the stars.

I can’t resign myself to the fact that I live in order to die some day. I’d love to step off this well-trodden straight and boring path. To somehow live differently, think different thoughts, feel different feelings than others. It wouldn’t bother me to be as alone as a tree on the plains. My leaves would be like no other tree’s.

‘Spring!’ thought Miss Maszkerádi. ‘You are an idiot. I just don’t believe you!’

.. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.