The Scarlet Flower

One evening I read to my daughter a fairy tale The Scarlet Flower. I want that too, my daughter whispered as she fell asleep. Okay, I said. He put on new boots and was on his way.
I walked many roads, worn out more than one pair of boots, until I found the cherished flower high in the mountains. Here you are, a scarlet flower, I admired in surprise. This fairy tale quickly tells itself, but it takes a long time to get it done. While the essence, yes the case. The daughter grew up, got married and left for the distant lands in the thirtieth kingdom. I didn't pick a scarlet flower, took out my camera and photographed this miracle of nature. Love children, take care of nature, be healthy and happy! If you liked this story, like it, write to the comedians.