“From the Recollection of Idealist” by Anton Chekhov.

If you want to feel the life, get on the train and go to the place where the air is charged with the smell of lilac and bird cherry trees and valleys competing with four-o'clocks get in bloom caressing your look by the tender whiteness and glitter of diamond dewdrops. Over there, in the open spaces under the blue vault of heaven in the face of green forest and murmuring brooks in the company of birds and green beetles you will get aware of what the life is! Add to that a few dates with those winking their eyes and wearing broad-brims and white aprons...