The deceitfulness of Parisian life is set from the first story, from the shopkeepers leaving the city once a year to eat on the grass, hear the nightingale, copulate at the call of the flesh. And it's all. If a natural feeling flickers in these stories, then like green country grass for the townspeople - half a day, and that's enough. But even these half days can become a revelation - albeit a terrible one - for the sake of which a person lives.For the most terrible thing is not deadly jealousy and not even a shocking discovery that another kept woman turned out to be your own daughter from a long-term connection. Worst of all are the words of a curious provincial woman: "I wanted to know the vice ... nothing interesting." To this abyss - "nothing interesting" - Maupassant leads the reader. Will you have the courage to look?