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Rosebush
For a long time ago in a little
village far away out on the countryside lived a little girl. She was
called Rosebush and even today you can hear the story about her life
retold. I heard it one day in the agriculture shop when I decided to buy a
rose for my garden.
Rosebush lived with her old grandmother because when she was very young
both her parent and her little twin sister died. So all her life she was
alone with her old grandmother and every day she missed her sister. She
could easily remember her sisters blue eyes and red cheeks and her happy
smile whenever she wanted she could easily talk to her. She was always by
her side and kept her company.
No one in the little town understood her
because she was most of the time standing in the garden in front of a
white rosebush and talked to it. As if a bush could talk? The neighbors
thought the little girl was very strange and avoided her as much as they
could. The other children were afraid of her because of her strange
behavior, talking to a bush! Because of that she was always alone, with
her own thoughts. But she did not miss company at all. She enjoyed talking
to her sister Evelyn and did not miss the other children.
The old grandmother was very old and she
began to feel sick so one day she lifted up little Rosebush in her knee
and talked to her about the future. It did not look good because Rosebush
could not manage all by herself in that little cottage. With no one to
feed her or no one to give her clothes to wear, she could not manage all
by herself.
One year later in early winter the old
grandmother died and little Rosebush was all by herself in wood. The
neighbors helped her with the funeral but after that she was all by
herself again. No one even cared if she lived or died because she was so
strange, talking to a rosebush! So they forgot all about her and Christmas
came and the freezing winter as well. Little Rosebush did not know what to
do because the barn with the wood was empty and so was all the food. She
was so hungry so she cried and went out to talk to her beloved rosebush.
She sat down and told her sister about all her sorrows and she cried and
cried until the rosebush started to bloom. Her tears were so hot so the
little rosebush thought it was spring and became red and white with
flowers. In the middle of the winter it became covered with flowers and
little Rosebush became so happy.
A few days later an old man found the
little girl outside in the freezing cold, hugging a red and white blooming
rosebush and with a smile on her face. And ever since that day the
rosebush will have set flowers in winter and it is called Evelyn rose.
The forest took over after a few years and
if you sometimes walk in wood, and find a little cottage with a mixed
blooming rosebush in front of it you might be at the right place.
THE END
 
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