The Days of Our Life

“Vorobyovy Gory. The very beginning of September—golden autumn is just beginning to claim its rights. A clear, warm day, bathed in sunlight.
At the very edge of the cliff stand two people: Nikolai Glukhovtsev and Olga Nikolayevna, an eighteen-year-old girl. Glukhovtsev is wearing a red Russian shirt, with a gray student’s tunic over it; on his head is a light cap with a white top. The girl is dressed in a thin summer blouse with an open neck. Her upper draped coat is carried on her companion’s arm.
They stop and, without hiding their delight, look into the distance—at the Moscow spread out beneath them…”