Book: In the spring

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".

When the first fine days, when the earth awakens, begins again to green when the fragrant, warm air caresses us skin, penetrating into the chest and as if penetrating to the heart, awakened in us a vague thirst for the infinite happiness, the desire to run, to walk aimlessly, to seek adventure, to revel in spring.