The Oh, Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories entails. This is your host John

Haggadorn. It's been quite a while since we've done a story from Giedemopazat and

we have two stories for you today beginning with in the spring. And now in the spring by Giedemoisent.

With the first day of spring when the awakening earth puts on its garment of grain and the warm fragrant air fans our faces and fills our lungs and appears even to penetrate our hearts.

We experience a vague, undefined longing for freedom, for happiness, a desire

to run, to wander aimlessly, to breathe in the spring.

The previous winter having been unusually severe, this spring feeling was like a form of

intoxication in May, as if there were an overabundant supply of sap.

One morning on waking I saw from my window the blue sky glowing in the sun above the neighboring

houses.

The canaries hanging in the windows were singing loudly and so were the servants on every floor.

A cheerful noise rose up in the streets and I went out

my spirits as bright as the day. To go I did not know exactly where.

Everybody I met seemed to be smiling.

An air of happiness appeared to pervade everything in the warm light of returning spring.

One might almost have said that a breeze of love was

blowing to the city and the sight of the young women whom I saw in the streets in

their morning twalets in the depths of whose eyes there lurked a certain tenderness, who walked with languid grace,

filled my heart with agitation.

Without knowing how or why, I found myself on the banks of the Sen. Steam boats were starting for

Suresnes and suddenly I was seized by an unconquerable desire to take a walk

through the woods. The deck of the moose was covered with passengers for the sun and

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