When spring comes to these world famous lines are coming in my mind. How nicely he figured spring.From Resurrection: Tolstoy"Though hundreds of thousands had done their very best to disfigure the small piece of land on which they were crowded together, paving the ground with stones, scraping away birds and beasts, filling the air with the smoke of coal and oil - still spring was spring, even in the town.The sun shone warm, the air was balmy, the grass, where it did not scraped away, revived and sprang up everywhere: between the paving-stones as well as on the narrow strips of lawn on boulevards. The birches, the poplars, and the bird-cherry trees; were unfolding their gummy and fragrant leaves, the swelling buds were bursting on the lime trees; jackdaws, sparrows and pigeons, filled with the joy of spring, were getting their nests ready; flies warmed by the sunshine were buzzing along the walls.All were glad: the plants, the birds, the insects, and the children. But men, grown-up men and women, did not leave off cheating and tormenting themselves and each other. It was not that spring morning they thought sacred and important, not the beauty of God's world, given to benefit all creatures - a beauty which inclines the heart to peace, harmony, and love - but only their own devices for getting the upper hand of other."
