The fairy tale "Where the North Wind Lives" Good fairy tales

Where does he live? North wind.

A long time ago, in a deep, dense forest, there lived a Brown Bear with a little Bear cub. Every day they leisurely wandered through the forest, looking for edible roots and ripe raspberries or blueberries. The she-bear taught the little bear to distinguish the smells of the forest, to extract honey from wild bees, and many other intricacies of bear life. So the hot summer passed unnoticed, followed by a quiet mushroom autumn. It would be time to look for a place for a den, but winter was in no hurry to come to the old dense forest.

Mom, when will we go to bed? - asked the Bear.

“When it snows,” answered the Bear.

When will it snow?

When the cold North Wind blows.

Why doesn't he blow?

“He’s probably fast asleep,” the old Bear joked.

So we need to wake him up! - Little Bear shouted loudly, and then thought and asked - Where does the North Wind live?

Far, far away, said the Bear, “Where the earth ends and the Great Icy Sea begins, lies a country called the Arctic!” Where it reigns endless winter, and the North Wind lives.

But how to get to this Arctic? - asked the Bear.

Do you see that bright star over there in the constellation Ursa Minor? It is called the North Star and indicates the direction to the north,” answered the Bear.

So I'll run and wake him up! - Mishutka shouted joyfully.

No, baby, you are still too young to go on such a long and dangerous journey,” the Bear sighed.

A sad and thoughtful Teddy Bear wandered around the forest clearing for a long time. And suddenly a simple and wonderful idea came to his mind: “If I can’t go look for the wind, then someone else can. I just need to find it and ask,” the Little Bear decided, “But who?” And suddenly he saw a red-haired Squirrel on a tree.

Belka, Belka! Help me please! - Little Bear rushed to her, - We must find and awaken the North Wind, otherwise winter will never come to our forest.

“Okay, I’ll look,” Squirrel waved her fluffy tail and flew from branch to branch, from pine to Christmas tree.

Stick to the North Star! - Teddy Bear only managed to shout after her.

How long or how short, but Belka jumped to big river. The river is wide and fast - Belka cannot cross to the other side. What to do? “I’ll find someone who can swim,” Belka decided. It didn't take long to search. An old gray-haired Beaver emerged from the forest thicket and slowly hobbled towards the water.

Uncle Beaver! - Squirrel crackled, - Help me find the North Wind and hasten the winter.

“We can’t live without winter,” Beaver muttered and silently slipped under the water.

Webbed feet and a paddle tail helped the Beaver quickly reach the opposite bank. Beaver emerged, took a breath and looked around. “With my short legs I won’t get far. And it’s dangerous for me to walk away from the water,” thought Beaver. Suddenly a knocking sound reached his sensitive ears. “Yes, no way, the Woodpecker is hollowing out the tree, fishing out the bark beetles from under the bark,” the old Beaver rejoiced and hurried to the old pine tree that the Woodpecker had chosen.

Hey Woodpecker! - Beaver shouted hoarsely, - Come down - there’s something to do!

What's happened? - Woodpecker asked, flying up.

Yes, winter is late. They say that the North Wind has fallen asleep, and we need to wake him up,” Beaver answers.

The Woodpecker thought, scratched his red cap on the top of his head, waved his wing: “Okay, so be it, I’ll help as much as I can.”

Do you know the North Star? - Beaver asked, - She’ll show you the way so you won’t get lost.

And the Beaver trudged back to the river, and the Woodpecker flew over the forest, found the North Star in the sky and flew to where it pointed. The Woodpecker flew for a long time. The forest became thinner, the trees became lower, and one fine day the forest ended. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, lay the tundra. “Hey!” the Woodpecker says to himself, “I can’t go on. I need trees where tasty larvae hide. I’ll be lost in the tundra. We need to look for another messenger.” And a straggler from the herd ran past Reindeer. He saw the Woodpecker, stopped and asked: “Woodpecker, you are a forest bird! What are you doing in the tundra?” And the Woodpecker told him about the sleeping North Wind, who must be found and awakened.

“I know where the Great Icy Sea is,” said the Deer. “It’s called the Arctic Ocean.” I'll try to help you. The Deer threw its branchy antlers on its back and ran across the endless tundra, and the Woodpecker flew back to its native forest. The deer runs quickly and soon reaches the high northern mountains. “I can’t get through the mountains,” thinks the Deer, “And going around will waste a lot of time. Let me ask the Skua Gull to look for the North Wind.”

The Seagull flapped its wings, rose above the mountains and flew to Arctic Ocean. The Seagull flies and sees that the mountains are already ending, the vast expanse of the ocean is already sparkling under the rays of the departing polar sun.

Where can I find the North Wind? - the Seagull shouted to the Polar Bear wandering along the shore.

He raised his big head and roared in response:

And the Seagull flew on. Soon a small rocky island appeared. There, scattered among the stones, the North Wind slept serenely. Frosty streams from his cold breath rose high up and fell like frost onto the stones and pebbles of the deserted island.

Wake up, North Wind! - Seagull screamed shrilly, - Without you, winter just doesn’t begin, and you’re still sleeping!

The North Wind stirred, rose, stretched in snowy whirlwinds to the heavens and boomed:

I slept for a long time! I thought that autumn was not over yet - look what warm days stood. My older brother Moroz was right - different times have come now: summer is getting hotter, winter is coming later. And everything is the work of man: plants, factories, cars... All this pollutes our air and makes it warmer. But it’s okay, I’ll quickly catch up!

The North Wind hummed and whistled, soared into the sky like a snowy whirlwind and rushed off to make winter...

In a distant forest, Little Bear and Mother Bear sat on a fallen tree and watched the first large snow flakes fall from the sky, quietly circling, to the ground.

Grandson Vadka and all visionaries and dreamers

Ch. 1. Magic ship
GL. 2. Meeting with Alice
Ch. 3. Adventures in the underwater kingdom
Ch. 4. Through the Looking Glass
Ch. 5. Trials in the Black Maze
Ch. 6. Fight in Coral Bay
Ch. 7. Big Rat and his witches
Ch. 8. Leshik and the Gem Forest
Ch. 9. Meeting with the Serpent Gorynych
Chapter 10. Visiting Nikita Selyanovich
Chapter 11. Green River
Chapter 12. Meeting in the Ice Mountains
Chapter 13. Surprises of the Crystal Palace
Chapter 14. Fire arrows against witch clouds
Chapter 15. last fight
Epilogue

CHAPTER FIRST

MAGIC SHIP

One day winter night, When full moon flooded the sleeping houses and deserted streets of one of the cities of Russia with its silvery light, a quiet melodic ringing suddenly rang out in the frosty air, as if thousands of tiny bells decided to ring a little at once. It was this ringing that probably woke up Vadka, who was sleeping peacefully with his friends, fellow orphanage students like him, in a bedroom on the second floor of an ancient building.

It’s surprising that only he woke up and heard this ringing, and his comrades, even true friend Styopka continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. But Vadka immediately realized that this was not just like that. After all, he really loved reading different books and, especially, fairy tales and magic stories. That’s why it immediately became clear to him that such a ringing only happens before the start of a real, truly fairy tale.

And indeed! The transparent curtains of the window began to shimmer with golden light. This light grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly Vadka saw an extraordinary ship flying right at him outside the window! The hull of the ship shimmered with orange-brown colors, the sails glowed soft pink, and flags fluttered on the masts, despite the fact that there was no wind. The flags were simply wonderful. They depicted... the wind on a blue-blue background! Yes, yes - the wind! How the artist managed to draw it, I don’t know, but the fact that it was wind, and not an easy wind, but a magical one, was clear at first glance. Vadka looked at all these miracles with all his eyes and wondered: “Is this a dream or not a dream?”

But no, it was not a dream! The ship sailed majestically right up to the window and stopped. Someone said: “Meow, purr – lower the gangplank,” and right through the window, for some reason without breaking it, a ship’s ladder descended into the room (sailors call a ladder a ladder). Following him, a cat walked importantly into the room! He was wearing a hat with a wonderful feather, a black camisole embroidered with silver, high boots, and a real sword hung on his side. In his left paw he held a telescope. Taking off his wonderful hat with a graceful movement, he said: “Meow-murr, I greet you, my young friend!” Let me introduce myself. I'm the cat Meow-purr, captain. Captain of a ship from the magical land of fairy winds. And what is your name?

Vadka wanted to say that the orphanage teachers call him Vadik, and his friends call him Vadka, but he caught himself in time - it’s not serious to introduce yourself to the Cat-Captain with such frivolous names.

“My name is Vadim,” he said proudly.

Vadimiur! - The guest exclaimed. “That’s what they’ll call you in our magical land.” But let me tell you the reason for my visit.

Vadka nodded automatically, and the Cat, sitting down in an old chair that appeared out of nowhere behind him, began his story.

The story of a fairy tale world told by Captain Meowmurr

Imagine, Vadimiur, that in addition to your world in which you live, there is another world - the world of fairy tales and fantasies. It is in this world that the fabulous wind is born. This wind originates in magical meadows and forest glades, where amazing scarlet flowers grow. When the rays of the sun, moon or stars fall on these flowers, they begin to quietly play magical melodies. At this moment, invisible whirlwinds appear around the storytellers sitting in such meadows, which, absorbing the storytellers’ thoughts, music and the aroma of flowers, unite and turn into a fairy-tale wind. And only this wind gives life to our fabulous people. It fills the sails of our ships, turns the wings of our mills, fills our inhabitants with energy and allows them to work miracles. He breaks through into other worlds as well. And then writers and poets, musicians and inventors appear there.

Meow-murr was silent for a while, probably so that Vadka could properly imagine the magical land and fairy-tale wind, and then continued: “I know that you, Vadimiur, love fairy tales.” After all, around everyone who reads and talks different stories, or at least invents something new a little, this invisible whirlwind arises - an echo of our fabulous wind. So my ship sailed on the breeze from your room. Apparently you fantasized about something in your sleep. And no wonder. You probably read something in the evening.

He stroked the spine of the book with his paw, which Vadka actually read before going to bed, and it, responding to his touch, shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.

Vadka nodded silently in response. He still did not understand what this wonderful Cat wanted from him.

Well, if that’s the case,” Meow-murr sat down in his chair again, “let’s move on to the most important thing.” The fact is that our beautiful fairy-tale world is in danger of destruction!

Two large transparent tears rolled out of the captain's eyes and, sparkling like diamonds, fell onto the black velvet camisole. The cat, without even noticing this, continued: “One day, on an unfortunate day, the ground in the central square of our capital opened up, and from the resulting hole crawled out a disgusting three-headed, tailed Big Rat.” At the same time, holes also appeared in all the magical clearings, and a countless number of people climbed out of them. strange creatures, resembling rats and people at the same time. We called them gnawing. They all smoked huge, stinking cigarettes and cigarettes, and that was probably why they coughed deafeningly. This cough drowned out the melody of the magical flowers, and the smoke from cigarettes and cigarettes turned into huge black clouds and somehow unusually quickly eclipsed the entire sky. Soon not a single ray of sun, not a single glimmer of the moon, not a single sparkle of stars could get through to our flowers. And they fell silent. Our fabulous wind, which brought us energy and life, died down, and our entire world found itself in the power of evil gnawing creatures and their king, the Big Rat. They imprisoned the storytellers in a dungeon, and with the help of witchcraft they were able to capture the fairy wind itself.

“Yes, yes,” Meow-murr noted Vadka’s surprise, “the gnawings had such terrible large leather bags into which, apparently because of their inquisitiveness and curiosity, the wind flew, and then the bags slammed shut, and the wind was at the mercy of the gnawings. And now that you need to use it magical power wind, they open one of these terrible bags.

But if the wind is no longer born, then their supply will soon run out,” Vadka exclaimed.

Of course,” the Cat confirmed, “but the gnawings don’t think about it because of their greed.” And they will live without the fairy wind. But our world will wither away! – and again a tear rolled out of the Cat’s eye.

The most amazing thing is that none of our sages could guess from which fairy tale this monster - the Big Rat - appeared.

“And I know,” Vadka suddenly exclaimed, “he’s from the fairy tale “The Nutcracker and the Mouse King.”

That’s just the point, no,” objected the Cat. - The Mouse King, as he was invented by the great storyteller Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, if you remember, had seven heads decorated with golden crowns, but this one has only three heads and on each of them an iron helmet with black crosses in the form of spiders. In addition, we checked - the Mouse King is safely in his fairy tale, and the girl Marie and the Nutcracker himself are looking after him. Yes,” Meow-murr sighed heavily, “it was only later that we realized that the Big Rat and his gnaws came from cruel world, in which, unlike yours and ours, three terrible witches have long reigned: Zavidyuga-Thief, Greedy-Beef and Zlyuka-Klyuka.

While Vadka was thinking about this amazing story, The cat thoughtfully pointed his telescope into the air and pulled out a cup of steaming coffee straight from there.

Oh, I beg your pardon,” he realized, “it doesn’t hurt you, my friend, to refresh yourself before the long journey.”

He swung the pipe in the air again, and right in front of Vadka a small table appeared floating in the air, on which stood a tall crystal glass with golden juice, and next to it, on a thin porcelain saucer, were the most delicious cakes.

Thank you,” Vadka thanked embarrassedly.

Having bitten off a piece, which immediately melted in his mouth, leaving a feeling of unprecedented deliciousness, he washed it down with juice and felt such a surge of energy that he was ready to immediately start dancing, jumping, somersaulting or running somewhere headlong. By the way, what kind of road did Meow-murr mention?

Yes, yes,” the Cat shook his head, as if having heard Vadka’s question, and finished his coffee. - It's time for us to get ready. You won't refuse to help our world, will you? Yes, and yours too. After all, here too the fabulous wind is weakening, and its weak gusts are felt only due to the fact that there are still books here and they are being read. But gradually, under the influence of evil witchcraft, the books will grow old and disappear, and boredom and despondency will reign in you, followed by envy, greed and anger.

But what can I do? – Vadka asked embarrassedly. – I still know and can do little. I still need to learn everything.

Well, your modesty is commendable,” Meow-murr nodded, “but don’t forget, you have to act in a fairyland, where main role Honesty, kindness, courage, as well as invention and fantasy play a role. True, there is also a girl somewhere who, according to our legends, should help you, but that part of the magic book of predictions, where it is written how to find her, has been captured by gnawings.

But still, how can I help you? I have absolutely no idea how to do this.

Vadka tried to remember some fairy tale similar to the story that the Cat told in order to understand what should be done in such a situation, but nothing like that came to mind.

“It doesn’t matter,” the Cat waved his paw. – The main thing is that you agree, and how to act will become clear on the spot.

And then Vadka made up his mind. After all, we cannot allow some nasty witches and gnawing creatures to steal fairy tales, books, music and fun from people!

“I agree,” he said, and at the same moment Meow-murr waved his paw and Vadka found himself on a magic ship.

GOOD TALES ABOUT THE WIND Let's look at the wind through the eyes of a storyteller-creator! And we will see in it something amazingly beautiful and interesting that many are not given the opportunity to see.... Let's listen and play.... 1. A good fairy tale - a dramatization for kids “Where does the wind live? “The stupid Calf kept thinking about the wind: “Where does it hide when it’s not there?” The Calf looked into the dog's house and into the beehive, and then went to the meadow. I searched there and searched and suddenly I accidentally touched the bell with my foot. “Ding-ding-ding,” the bell rang, and the Calf understood everything: there, in the blue bell, the wind was hiding. "I found you! Come out, wind! - the Calf was happy. And the wind in the bell laughed: “Ding-ding-ding.” 2. Fairy tale - opening “The Tale of the Wind” Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again. Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier. The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it along blue sea. Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind! That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home. The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became. The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses. “I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to beautiful home, knocked on the window. - Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold. But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows. “They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up. But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames. - What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind! “I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.” But people didn't understand him. Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter. “Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly. And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful. When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful. “Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through snowy forest, waved his beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard. But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice in him good wind(text of a fairy tale by Natalya Abramtseva) 3. The Sun and the Wind (based on Aesop’s fable), K.D. Ushinsky One day the Sun and the angry northern Wind started a dispute about which of them was stronger. They argued for a long time and finally decided to measure their strength against the traveler, who at that very time was riding on horseback along the high road. “Look,” said the Wind, “how I’ll fly at him: I’ll instantly tear off his cloak.” He said, and began to blow as hard as he could. But the more the Wind tried, the tighter the traveler wrapped himself in his cloak: he grumbled about the bad weather, but rode further and further. The wind became angry, fierce, and showered the poor traveler with rain and snow; Cursing the Wind, the traveler put his cloak into the sleeves and tied it with a belt. At this point the Wind himself became convinced that he could not pull off his cloak. The sun, seeing the powerlessness of its rival, smiled, looked out from behind the clouds, warmed and dried the earth, and at the same time the poor half-frozen traveler. Feeling the warmth sun rays , he perked up, blessed the Sun, took off his cloak himself, rolled it up and tied it to the saddle. “You see,” the meek Sun then said to the angry Wind, “you can do much more with affection and kindness than with anger.” 4. Sun, frost and wind (Latvian fairy tale) This happened in ancient times. The sun, frost and wind walked along the same path and they talked among themselves. The sun says: - I am stronger than both of you. Frost answers: - No, I am stronger. They understand that it is easy for the strong to live in the world: wherever he goes, everyone is afraid of him. But how do you know which of them is the strongest? They go, go and meet a person. Seeing the travelers, the man took off his hat, bowed and moved on. But before he had time to leave, the three called him back: they wanted to know to whom the man bowed. Not all three? So they ask him: “Tell me, man, the truth: which of the three of us did you bow to?” Not all three at once? The man thought and thought, but didn’t know what to answer. If you say “to all three” - God knows whether it will be okay? If you say “to one,” you don’t know who: the sun can burn you, the frost can freeze you, and the wind can dry out the earth. The man thought: “Isn’t it better to say that I bowed to the wind? No matter how hard the sun burns, the wind will blow and it will be fresher. No matter how cold it is, the wind will blow from the south, and it will get warmer. He thought it over and said: “I bowed to the wind.” The sun didn’t like this, it threatens the man: “You will also remember that the wind was more kind to you than me.” And the wind consoles the person and says: “Do not be afraid of the sun or the frost.” If they start to offend you, remember me. In the summer, the sun decided to take revenge on man and let its rays shine as long as it was hot. The man became so hot that he didn’t know where to go: there was no coolness either in the yard or in the hut, even save yourself in the water! How long can you sit in the water? Then the man remembered the wind and said: “If only the breeze would blow!” It wouldn't be so hot. The wind was right there - it blew from the north, and it immediately became cooler. The man got back to work, and the sun had to admit that the wind was stronger than him. In winter, the frost decided to take revenge on the man and sent such a cold that the man even wrapped himself in a fur coat in the hut. Again the man remembered the wind and said: “If only the wind would blow and drive the clouds, the frost would ease.” At the same hour, a wind blew from the south, swirled a snow blizzard, frost and felt better. The man left the house and began to get ready for the forest. Then the frost realized that the wind was stronger than him, that he could not compete with him. And the man calmly went into the forest to collect firewood. The wind met the sun and said to him: “He is stronger who does not boast of strength.” Only in reality you can see who has more power. What to discuss with children while reading these fairy tales? How to play a fairy tale? Read the article on our website "Native Path"

A tale of the wind and a flower for children who express their “love” too much for other children

Once upon a time there was a Wind. He was very cheerful and cheerful, and more than anything else he loved to rush around different places and find himself more and more new toys.

One day he flew into a pretty garden, where there were many amazing flowers and trees, interesting stones, streams and paths.

The wind liked to rustle green leaves, ring clear drops of water in streams and explore mysterious winding paths.

And he began to fly to this kindergarten very often, almost every free day.

One day, rushing around his favorite garden, the Wind noticed a wonderful Flower that bloomed in his favorite flower bed.

The Wind liked the Flower so much, its delicate petals and bright, graceful leaves that he simply could not contain his admiration and rushed to hug the Flower and play with it.

The hot blow of the Wind bent the Flower, crushed its fragile petals, but the Wind did not notice this.

He wanted to lift the Flower into the air, spin it in his whirlwinds, take it with him and never part with it!

The flower timidly tried to resist, in a gentle voice begged the Wind to be more careful, but amid the stormy delights, the Wind did not feel his pain and did not hear his quiet requests...

He imagined how fun it would be for them to play high in the sky and simply did not know that, torn out of the ground, the Flower would die!

And then, in one of the enthusiastic gusts, the Wind lifted the Flower into the air and whirled it above the ground.

Oh, how great it is to spin with a friend!

But what is it? The head of the Flower suddenly drooped, the stem bent, and a few drops of juice appeared like tears in the place of the torn leaves...

The wind slowed down its whirling and then, in the calm, he heard the faint whisper of the Flower:

- Oh, I’m dying... Oh, help... My roots are drying up without soil and water... Please return me to my flowerbed... I beg you...

- Oh, what have I done! “The wind suddenly understood everything.” “With my violent impulses, I hurt my beloved Flower!” I did not want!!! - Wind was upset, - I just wanted to play... What should I do now?

He gently picked up the Flower with light cool streams of air and carried it to the flowerbed.

The wind rushed around looking for help. Luckily for him, a gardener was just passing by. The wind rustled a fountain of leaves in front of him, and the gardener drew attention to the Flower lying on the ground.

- Oh, this mischievous Wind, when will he learn to play with my plants gently and carefully? - the old gardener grumbled, planting the Flower in the ground again, and shook his finger at the Wind. “It would be better to do something useful - bring a cloud, sprinkle it with rain, and look, the Flower would come to life.” And the garden benefits...

- I got it! - I wanted to shout to the Wind, but he only managed to quietly ring the drops of water in the stream. “I have changed,” he was eager to say, but managed only to gently move the old man’s thick white beard. Then he hastened to prove his love in action.

“I will save the Flower,” the Wind promised himself and rushed to drive the clouds into a small Cloud to bring life-giving moisture to the Flower.

Since then, the Wind has really changed - he learned to control the strength of his gusts and stop when approaching fragile flowers, he learned to direct his violent impulses to useful things, and flies to flowers to rest and calm down, he touchingly takes care of the Flower, warms him in the cold and brings coolness in the heat, gives him a rainbow on small drops of water from the stream and brings to him the voices of different birds and the echoes of the rustling of large trees in the neighboring forest...

The flower came to life and every morning, waking up in the first rays of the warm sun, it joyfully awaits its faithful and caring friend. And happily reaches out to meet him with all its graceful leaves and delicate fragrant petals.

And the whole garden blooms, inspired by their tender friendship.