An Old Story

In the end, the dacha-goers got bored. They were people who happily talked about their love for nature, were delighted by the expanse of the sea, the sunset light, and the clouds over a mysterious peak of a stern cape—but almost all of them had come from big cities, where they knew nature mainly from pictures. They had grown too used to imagining nature as something magical— a force that could completely overturn life and bring special, incredible pleasures.