Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1933-1940 (№ 321083)

Can't tell you about how I'm going after North showed up at our birch forest with high flourishing grass: this happiness has come. And when happiness comes and go words. Do you know the love when you yourself from it there is nothing now and never will be, and you still love through it all around and go on the field and the meadow and pick up a colourful one to one, blue cornflowers, scented with honey, and blue forget-me-nots.