Spring smells of melted snow and earth, wet rotten leaves and trees that begin to exude a peculiar smell. For some it is sweet, for others it is bitter. In February, streams have not yet begun to flow and the buds on the trees have yet to swell; it is far from intoxication with the aromas of tulips and daffodils. But the soul already longs for warmth, spring renewal, freshness and purity.