Février, printemps précoce

What harmony in some of the sequences between the musical accompaniment and the images! It is Romanticism of the highest order.

The hero paces the landscape with a formidable energy, a rhythmic personage of increasing and decreasing size, powered forward by the germinal forces of the Earth. The trees and the flowers breathe through him, and his sadness is discharged with a rainfall.

He is founding a new social order. The young pupils are prompted to think for themselves, and Lan(whom the hero loves), to oppose her spirit to the written volumes (in a Protestant fashion).

Playing the piano propels the hero (and the heroine) along a line of sonorous abolition. The torments of class injustice, and of all the hard realities come to crumble in flow of quanta where sound governs universes of synesthesia.

Idealistic youth fed up with the injustice of the society and tries to find a land of purity in remote rural region, but the dream was ruthlessly crashed for that it was discovered that even somewhere as remote as distant village, the escape of social injustice is impossible.

The story is told in the form of love triangle of two men and a woman, and outside the love triangle, a young widow.