Guy De Maupassant. Life (№ 91615)

That's what she was lacking - the sea, its great neighbor for twenty-five years, the sea with its salty air, its angry gusts, roaring in white his voice, his powerful breath, the sea that every morning he saw from his window in the Poplars, which breathed night and day, which always felt beside him and, without realizing, fell in love with as a living person.