I have before me a picture of German painter Caspar David Friedrich. The painting depicts a stranger, standing in the dark, steep cliff. He turned his back to the viewer, hair flying in the wind. Wanderer watching mist, the depth of mountain crevices. The sharp peaks towering above the fog in some places, and in the distance are visible ridges. Above them - the sky in lines of clouds. This picture - more than just the scenery. Here, nature is an outward expression of the inner state, mood Byronic hero depicted in the foreground. Mountains and clouds are part of the soul of the hero, as he himself is a part of them.