" Around that time the last wild strawberries, rain-soaked and sweet, were
ripening in the ditches. She was unusually fond of them, in fact she
was more or less permanently sucking something–a stalk, a leaf, a fruit
drop…Ganin now tried to recapture that scent again, mixed with
the fresh smells of the autumnal park, but, as we know, memory can
restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the
past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it."