FAIRY TALE ABOUT THE ROSE AND THE SUN...
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the rose was twelve petals. Twelve tender and very delicate petals. There
was the morning.
Sunlight was pulled out because of the clouds and attacked the bloomed Rose.
And by cloudlet, by haze, by invisible halo Rose wrapped aroma. This was its
ether, but it thought that the Sun so aromas. And it was made hopeless enamoured
one with it. It dreamed to open all its petals so that the sunlight would
penetrate in its core itself, and left there although the droplet of its aroma.
But the Sun was hidden behind the clouds, after leaving Rose to be sad in
the solitude.
Drop-drop! Rain went. This was summer, affectionate rain, he saw sad Rose
and addressed to it. It did not believe, that it is Rose, the Queen of flowers.
But it astonished and forgot on the instant about the Sun, it became luxurious
and strong, as it becomes to kingly individual. Rain was gladdened and said
that it will always serve as it, to its Queen! Its warm drops slid along the
pink lobes, they ran off downward on the ordered stem to its roots, bearing
by it life. But the Rose flowered. Rain was spilled, cloudlets scattered,
and looked the Sun. It found the Rose of strong, fresh and bright. The drops
of Rain, which thickened on its wonderful petals, began to sparkle under the
Sun by all colors of rainbow, as if precious stones!
The sun saw these sparkling drops and thought that the rose lights up everything
by light all around. And it fell in love with it hopeless, secretly dreaming
that the rose would lengthen to it its lobes and would light up by its its
light at least instantly!
And it lit brighter and it is more desperate, emotionally looking on what
dazzling light it lit up loved it. But Rose did look in the Sun and did be
surprised, why it does not aroma? Rose awaited. And suddenly, when all droplets
were evaporated, it grasped weak aroma, and its feelings woke up. But the
Sun meanwhile got tired and in the complete grief was rolled beyond the horizon.
Night came. Rose is chilled in the agitation, stupified by the aroma of the
Sun. It dreamed to be stretched to it by its tender petals, to dip into the
bewitching aroma at least at that moment! But Wind here flew. This was charming
Wind, first warm, then cool. Wind-player. Rose came to from its dreams and
looked all around. Wind was not pleased by it. It swaggered, it joked and
carried along it into the waltzing water spout. It took away from it solar
aroma, and in this moment Rose perceived the aroma of Wind, fresh and pleasant.
The Sun did roll along the sky and did think about its darling of Rose, and
it did become increasingly sadder... Unexpectedly it saw that jumping on the
branches of tree forty. In its beak it held something that shining. This was
the Small Square Mirror, skillfully decorated from the corners with bronze
patterns. The Sun glanced into the Mirror. The dazzling light, which emanates
from the Mirror, confused it. The Sun was surprised to the beauty of Mirror.
It did be worthwhile for the Sun only to look to it, - and was seen one only
ideal light and radiance.
Forty it took off from the branch and dropped Mirror. Mirror fell into the
grass and, looking at the translucent through the leaflets little sparks of
light, scattered by Mirror, the Sun it recalled about Rose and it became sad.
Wind played by pink petals, dreaming to be touched core itself. Rose clamped
petals, and into some instants the means of the Sun was it, wrapped by the
being reached incomprehensibly from where dear aroma. Rose was passionately
was sad by the sun. Each instant. And the hour of dawn here arrived. The agitated
Rose shook by its each petal, expecting encounters with that loved. The Sun
ascended. It looked to the Rose and was lost.
This was its its dear, but where last reign? Where its light, so struck it
yesterday? It shook as aspen sheet and was pulled to it as bindweed.
The Sun hid behind the cloud, after leaving Rose in the solitude. Day was
cloudy and sad, and tender Rose did shake from the pain and the tears... And
again the Sun was rolled beyond the horizon, thinking that it will not see
more his unhappy beloved. The Small Square Mirror, which fell from the beak
of magpie, awaited it.
To the Sun it was it's a pity it. Storm at night was played. Rose with the
sadly descended petals was ready to submit to fate and impassively looked
at the turbulent all around element. Went Deg. it swingles its petals and
laughed above its sorrow. It did not believe that it - Rose, the Queen of
flowers.
Rose kept silent. She wanted no one to hear, thinking only about that loved.
Hail did become increasingly more strongly? Rose came to from the bright light.
Sun? Oh, no, this was not the Sun. In the sky enormous Moon shone. Round,
reddish, with the wise and severe face. And Rose got to know the truth.
The Sun ascended. It saw rose. Something in it it charmed, and the Sun froze
in the skies, looking at the excellent flower. Rose did not hurry. The Sun
lit up more brightly, entering into zenith. Rose opened slightly its petals
and admitted sunlight. Its marvellous ether has flied out from the petals
wrapped it as cloudlet. After perceiving aroma, it began to await.
The Sun burnt increasingly more strongly and suddenly it noted the tender
radiance, which surrounds it I have pity Rose. The Sun was struck,- it saw,
as soft light it flows out of very core of flower! And the Sun fell in love
with Rose properly, as never no one it loved. But charming Rose became completely
happy, it is looking above itself its beloved - the Sun and feeling the desired
aroma. And it fell in love with it properly, as never no one it loved. It
came out in them.
1998.
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Thank you, Steve!