It was the same scene, and again late in the evening.

Life in Vissarion was primitive, and early hours prevailed--though not so late as on that night.
As I looked I thought I caught a glimpse of something white far away.

It was only a ray of moonlight coming through the rugged edge of a cloud.
But all the same it set me in a strange state of perturbation.

Somehow I seemed to lose sight of my own identity.

It was as though I was hypnotized by the situation or by memory, or perhaps by some occult force.