He always dreamed of. All of his life he could remember. Trees around just waited until he went older – they knew: there is nothing worse for a dream than the ordinary and cynicism of life. So they waited him to become like they are: sad, with broken branches and bark with flayed, quiet in the rain and tired under the sun. Time went by and he went older, lost his branches and pieces of bark (one of his branches people decided too strong and particularly annoying they just sawed off – it was very painful, but not deadly). But he still never stopped dreaming. No matter what the difficulties and bitterness happened, at any weather and in any day, his crown still full of dream, with little smile and look that rested somewhere far away and it always annoying them, the...
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He had sprouted out of a seed so long ago that nobody in this forest could not say when it was exactly. While those who had been witness to this, we haven’t had here: someone became furniture, someone – just a wood and gave their coal and ash to the benefit of people, someone just died from the disease and fell down and turned into food for living. He wasn’t peevish, sullen or snobbish despite his more than respectable age. He knew and remembered so many things, even half of what wouldn’t fit in all the books that would make of him (but, thank God, before this, nobody thought). And he would glad to pass the time and refresh the memory, telling his stories to somebody, but nobody would listen to him: trees around or talking leaves, or sleeping when chat was nothing; birds… they ain seemed always talking; and people just walked past him, admired him, photographed next to him and no one even couldn’t imagine that the tree can tell whatever...
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She wasn’t such a young – not yesterday seedling that’s for sure. But it wasn’t the cause of less happiness. Perhaps contrary: she didn’t want to waste her time on trifles; she wanted to link her life in marriage with the real and understanding her ent. Everyone around annoyed her for several years with “Get married until it’s not too late! Unless you become old and lonely bird cherry tree!” But she believed that somewhere he exist – the one. As Omar Khayyam her favorite poet said “And better be alone, than with whoever”. And one day she met him, her soul mate. And now she’s in the wedding dress, and she’s happy, and will be happy to continue because she marries the one who...
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