This story of two flowers is retold from the words of the midnight forest…
Something happened.
Hard to explain. Appeared out of nowhere but so, which immediately became clear — this is it. As if it was always here, but was waiting in the wings.
At first in the form of a simple desire to go somewhere. For some reason. Like a fairytale — go there, I don't know where.
Then clearer — up. Top! There are waiting! Again, it is not clear who is waiting, but we must try to get to the top.
Тяжело! Unsuccessful first attempt. Second, third.
We must gather our strength. Something appeared, what can be called strength. It's not just an aspiration anymore, but some other kind of energy, tangible and applicable.
We need to accumulate them, collect and try again!
Try again and again. More and more…
Seems, shifted! Literally on the crumb, but moved — breathe more freely, and I gained strength, there was inspiration! Inspiration and power — it is something even higher and more powerful.
More and more effort.
Тренировка!
At some point, we managed to shift the weight so much, that a strong light hit my eyes. Wow!!!! Emotions.
Emotions!! Now it is clear, what it is. Excitement and anticipation!
Let's look behind the crack — AH! It's all there… BRIGHT! LIGHT! BEAUTIFUL!
Let's redouble our efforts — любопытно же! Let's lay down more tightly, like in a song about a club, «эй, ухнем»! We sing! Loud! With feeling! We sing and finally with a song we move a heavy stone to the side.
Brrrr. How cramped and dreary under him!
Солнышко! This is it, точно, I seem to remember him from a past life, I'm reaching out to him. I start to spread my leaves and pull my head even higher!
Блаженство…
Breeze…
Buzzing insects around. And life is already raging! I was late, turns out!
I feel someone else next to me. Like someone dear. Only you can't see him.
He's underground! Hey, cousin or sister, stop hiding, не бойся, get out — it's so beautiful here!..
It's still great to breathe in the cold and humid air on a moonlit night., half asleep, rejoicing in the soon new day, enjoying the silence and giving yourself a well-deserved rest.
Day, night, day, night… The higher you get, the more you see! You can look further! Chat with neighbors, have a couple of phrases with bees flying by girlfriends, bustling over the flowers…
Little sibling does not appear, а так жаль! Stop sitting in the dark, flat ground above you, just a few grains of sand! And you can't get up! well!
Does not hear, coward. Afraid of something.
ЧуднО, right!
When the first drops hit — it was scary at first. They were heavy and wet. Brrr. Coldly! It seemed — guilty of something: the sun hid, the sky is covered with gray clouds. Creepy! And the drops were and were, the leaves fell to the ground and there was no way to protect yourself from these blows.
Thunder! Молнии! Beats and dark gloomy sky! The world has become scary…
The feeling came, which may not have been worth making so much effort, punching his way up.
Вон, cousin or sister (who is there, really?) remained underground, and they are not afraid. Why did I climb?
And then help arrived.
Time. Turns out, time — almost the most important doctor! It chased away the clouds and the rain stopped, and the beloved sun shone in the sky! The whole world sparkled with such wonderful colors, that it was simply impossible to take your eyes off. As it turned out, the rain brought with it life-giving moisture and the herbal world became even more violent and powerful than before. Here's a weird thing — Seemed — напасть, where to hide, but brought unprecedented strength. In the sun, the birds told me, you can die without rain. I didn't believe, silly.
With joyful cries, the birds rushed around, young chicks chirped, bees buzzed.
Yes! It was worth! It was worth trying and breaking through!
Cousin-sister! Подъем!
Ah, what a misunderstanding you are, that you don't want to look at all this beauty! So silly!
But the adventure is not over. Someone heavy stepped on a flower. Broke the stem. It was a hard blow. Now it is no longer visible from the height of the neighbors and it is impossible to talk to the bees. But the sun is still in the sky and you can, closing eyes, think, what are you high there and listen to funny trills.
I suppose you are triumphant under the ground in the dark kingdom, celebrating your invulnerability, сестренка? Or a brother? Да кто же ты?
Silence again, No answer. But I feel — she or he hears everything. He just doesn't want to answer — ogogo's conceit!
Broken! Resigned, привык. It was hard right away, and now nothing, all one among the living world, not in damp ground. Ну и что, what hurts. Ну и что, that they stopped noticing. Так бывает… I'm with you, albeit inconspicuous. Вспоминаю, как было до того как…
I'm nothing, справлюсь…
Strange affair — the nights got colder. It's hard to wake up in the morning, and the sun does not warm up the blood so quickly. The buzzing and songs of the birds are no longer heard. Many neighbors bowed their heads and more and more often began to embrace the feeling of something future and terrible. It was hanging in the air. No one could say anything, but everyone was scared.
Winter! This strange word came up from one of the oldest — trees. They were laconic, but from that little, what we managed to get out of them became clear — there will be no sun, there will be no warm rain, but only cold, cold and frost. The trees themselves remember this time vaguely, as if a veil were holding their eyes, and the memory ceases to record what is happening, but supposedly all herbs die.
Die? What is it like? What does it look like?
Many questions, but one thing becomes clear — we will find out all this very soon.
Offensive! Probably and desperately on the soul! Why did you have to put so much effort, to get higher, to roll a heavy stone, pull your head towards the sun. After all, there was already a blow, сломали! Resigned and kept on holding on, and now it makes no sense. All the suffering remained and the preparation for death!
Offensive! До слез!
Breathe heavily. Barely opened my eyes and the first, what did I see — lifeless bodies of neighbors. Yesterday we wished each other good night, and today I woke up — they are gone.
Blood hit the temple! It is impossible to comprehend this. There were and are not. Suddenly and so ridiculous, as if everything was in a dream and everything was fake. One left.
I fell asleep and thought, that I won't wake up. But woke up. Forces melted away, but woke up. Found deliverance in that, to think about summer. About those warm days, when there were many friends around, радости, flowering and love. Blue sky, so clean, white lambs of clouds. The rays of the sun gently touching your petals, scary at first, but such necessary raindrops… Fall asleep.
For the last time — чувствую, что сил не осталось. Last breaths. Whole chest.
The fear went away and my soul became easy. For some reason, understanding came, what is so necessary. Time heals everything. It knows its job.
Still, I have lived a great life! Full of bright events, преодолений, fears and feelings. Remembered my silent relative, who never showed their face.
You shouldn't have accepted this challenge, cousin. Or little sister? Yes, I was raining and I thought, that I will die! Yes, I was broken and I could no longer see the world from above! Yes, I felt fear and despair from the expectation of death! Yes, I was losing my friends — it's creepy!
But I lived! And would do it all again! And you will die, never born.
The last words are already in a whisper, on the last exhale…
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Brotherly! — very weak voice. Извини, that I could not answer you earlier. You can't hear me anymore, Unfortunately. We were given one strength for two, we have the same root. When you began to strive up, there was a heavy load on your way. I gave you all my strength, so you can overcome it. I didn't have the opportunity to follow you and see all that, what did you see. But I have always felt your joy and sadness, tried to present here, in this dark kingdom those bright colors, that you described and hear this buzzing of bees. I could not feel the touch of the sun's rays and I don't know, how does it feel — standing in the rain or lurching in the breeze. I had no friends and I was not broken, but that's all, what did you experience — I tried to imagine and feel. Спасибо тебе, dear and sorry, what didn’t answer — there was no strength! You lived this life for the two of us. Thanks and goodbye…….
