On frowning autumn days, when one not only did not see the sun, but did not feel it, either--forgot all about it, in fact--on autumn days, more than once--I happened to be wandering in the forest. Having left the high road and lost all trace of the pathways, I at length grew tired of looking for them. Setting my teeth, I went straight forward, over fallen trees which were rotting, over the unsteady mounds which rose from the marshes, and in the end I always came out on the right road. It was in this way that I made up my mind. In the autumn of that year I went to Kazan, in the secret hope of finding some means of studying there. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of In the World, by Maxim Gorky