Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1918-1932 (№ 320637)

Good that I remembered this day... <...> ... read Karamzin today about Paris, and here is a Sparrow in the Luxembourg garden stood before me in bright provesende light, some lady threw him a crumb of bread, I looked over and suddenly she's the one in pink all the laughing came.
- You're up late, ' I said.
- Right, - she answered, - it is impossible for me first...
Truth: the first on a first date, as it can be! We, inexperienced and learned on the novels, I think that women should aspire to lies, etc., meanwhile they are sincere to such an extent that we imagine it yourself without experience can not; only the sincerity, the sincerity is not like our concept of it, we mix it with the truth.