Guy De Maupassant. Dear friend (№ 430805)

Georges knew them [his father's jokes] by heart, but nevertheless he laughed - he laughed because he was intoxicated by the air of his native fields, because he again spoke of love for his native land, for places familiar from childhood, for every thing, for every little thing, at the sight of which old feelings and memories of the past revived in him: it could be a notch on the door, a tripod chair reminiscent of some minor incident, the scent of earth, a strong scent of resin and trees that breathed the nearby forest, the smell of housing, the smell of stagnant water , manure smell.