It is a question of some abstract bottom which has left a trace in a shower, and for some reason remembered with any very warm and strong feeling. It is assured, all have such memoirs. Suddenly, it is not clear whence and as, there is a bright and detailed picture of any moment from the past.You remember time of days, weather, remember that did, where were and with whom, Remember even, what feelings then overcame you. All it, without losing the clearness of an image, mixes up in a uniform paint, and sometimes very strongly touches soul strings. Probably, it is grief on the past. Perhaps, it is uncertainty that something similar will repeat. But nevertheless some grief is.