Early autumn at the cottage. Already yellowed leaves are falling, apples are ripping from the trees, already there is cool in the evenings, but daytime is still warm and sunny. The air smells fresh, ripe apples and autumn flowers. Two, he and she, are sitting in the garden, under the branches of apple trees, drinking tea and silent. They are silent about the bygone summer, about picnics on the grass, about swimming in the pond, the huge bouquet of wildflowers, he gave her, about an enormous red rose, which stood in the garden for a month, of nightingales in the evenings and a lot more about what…