I remember going home without thinking about anything, but with a strange weight on my heart, as suddenly I was struck by a strong, familiar, but rare smell in Germany. I stopped and saw a small hemp bed near the road. Her steppe smell instantly reminded me of my homeland and aroused in my soul a passionate longing for her. I wanted to breathe Russian air, to walk on Russian soil.
Excerpt from the novel of I. S. Turgenev "Asia"