Guy De Maupassant. In the spring (№ 287628)

When spring comes with Its greenery and flowers, with Its warm and rasslablyayas wind, with the fumes of the fields, pour in us a vague emotion, unreasonable emotion, - at this time there was nobody who would tell you: "Beware of love, sir! It's everywhere hiding in ambush, it traps you at every corner; Its snares are placed, the weapons sharpened, the machinations cooked. Beware of love!.. beware of love! It is far more dangerous of all colds, bronchitis, pleurisy! She gives no mercy and pushes all to the irreparable madness".