Lizа seemed to be among her own kind—like a fool-in-faith. Too soft, too modest; she could hear Rachmaninoff’s Fifth Symphony in the rustle of leaves. Liza was doomed to remain a white crow. But one day she meets a person who is surprisingly like Liza herself—only he has been married for a long time and unsuccessfully to a domineering, harsh woman. Too many conditions get in the way of any union. These two blessed souls can hardly reach happiness.