Perhaps, Autumn is the only time when anything could happen. You could change your life, find your love, leave this world for another one - you should only make a wish. But what would happen if we lost vigilance and became prisoners of our dreams? P.S. It's just a kind of experiment with a book written in different language. I'll be very grateful if you notify me of my mistakes in comments with tag #mistake. If everything is too bad you are able to read the same novel in Russian language (it will be published in my profile with tag #original). Hope, you'll like my fly of fancy. Enjoy reading! =)