The story of an arrogant apple branch

The story of an arrogant apple branch

It was May.Though there's still a lingering taste of winter, the fresh blooms, verdant fields, and budding bushes and trees all declare that spring has here.  The garden fences were overflowing with wild flowers. Basantaraj was seen near the little apple tree; He has decorated a branch of the tree with fresh, tender pink flowers - these are called foothills! That branch full of flowers knew very well how beautiful she looked; Every leaf of it, the life-juice flowing in its cells - everyone understood that. So when a jury car pulled up on a side street carrying a young countess, no one was the least bit surprised. The Countess* said, "The apple branch is very beautiful, it symbolizes the beauty of the spring season." At his words the small branch of the tree was broken off, and he took it gently in his hand and placed it under the shade of his fond silk umbrella. The car took him back to the palace. The palace had huge buildings and very beautiful living rooms. Before the open windows milk-white curtains fluttered in the breeze, and in clear, shining vases were arrayed various beautiful flowers; One of the vases looked like it was made of freshly fallen snow. The apple branch was placed in that vase, along with a few saplings of the beech tree. All in all it looked very nice. And realizing this, the apple branch became very proud, just as people do.

Various people were coming and going in that room. They were just as appreciative of the vase with the apple branches as they were of society. Some said nothing, some spoke a lot, and listening to all that, the apple branch understood, just as plants and flowers are endlessly changing, so are human characters. Nothing has to be done, and if you don't remember others, nothing will come of it. These were the thoughts of the apple branch in vases before the open window, the well-tended garden outside the window, and the sprawling field of trees and flowers; Some are very rich and beautiful; Some are poor and naive.

"Poor little bunch of apple trees," thought the apple branch, "there really is a difference between them and people like me. Can they think like us? Then they must be very unhappy! There has to be a difference for it to exist."One difference, otherwise we would all be equal."

And thinking of this, the haughty apple-branch began to look at the little honey plants with a little pity, especially at a special little flower that was blooming all over the fields. No one used to tie these flowers together in a bouquet, the flowers were very common. They were so common that they would pop up like weeds in the gaps in the cobbled roads. And their names were bad - 'dog flower' or 'dandelion'.

"Poor wild tree," said the apple branch to herself, "that you look so ugly, that you have such a bad name, it is not your fault; for trees, like men, must have some difference."

Sunbeam exclaimed, "The difference!" as he stroked the apple branch that was in bloom before going to the field and planting a kiss on the yellow dandelion's head. In fact, be it rich or poor, all the flowers know that each other's siblings - the rays of the sun shared its affection with everyone.

The apple branch never thought of nature's infinite love, that love that pervades all her creations—everything that has life, everything that moves, that lives, that has life from her; The apple branch never says that all good and beautiful things are not always in sight; He also did not know that the goodness and beauty never escaped the notice of nature - be it in plants and animals, and in man. But the sunlight, he gives light, so he knew all this.

He said to the apple branch, "You can't see far, and you can't see clearly. What little tree do you have so much pity for?"

"That, Dandelion," replied the haughty branch of the apple-tree, "no one makes a bouquet of them; most often they are trampled underfoot—so much they bloom! And when the seeds are, the flowers are all woolly, They fly in the streets, and get stuck in people's clothes; but they must be weeds. Oh, I'm lucky I wasn't born like these little flowers."

Soon after this a group of little children came into the field, the smallest of them being so small that she rode on the laps of the others; As he set her down on the grass, among the yellow flowers, she laughed with joy, moved her arms and legs, rolled over, picked up the yellow flowers, and kissed them many, many times with a simple mind. The older children picked up the long-petaled flowers, interlacing the petals into a chain; Thus first they made a neck-garland, then they made a flower-like pendant that passed over the shoulders to the waist, and finally they made a crown to wear on the head. They looked gorgeous with green drop golden floral ornaments. But the eldest of the children were carefully gathering the dried flowers. The seeds of those dry flower buds were stuck like wedding crowns made of white feathers. These light-sparkling, wool-like flowers are so beautiful to look at, they look like bunches of feathers made of ice. The children hold them in front of their mouths, trying to blow away the whole bunch like a crown of feathers. Why do you know? Because their grandparents had told them that whoever could do this right at once would surely have new clothes before the end of the year. In this way the little flower dandelion was getting almost as much respect as a fortune-teller or a mathematician.

"Can you see?" Surya Rashmi asked, "See the power of those flowers? See how they can make everyone happy?"

"Yes, might make the children happy," said Apple Branch gravely.

A little later an old woman came to the field. He dug into the soil with a blunt knife without a handle and pulled out the roots of a few dandelions. He would make tea with some of them, but the rest he would sell to a medicine-maker for a few bucks.

"But above all this is form," said the haughty branch of the apple tree; "Only a few can be classified as truly beautiful. As among men, there are such differences among trees."

Hearing this, Surya Rashmi tried to convince him of the eternal love of nature; The love that is seen in all His creations, and in all living things; Tell how he has always lavished all his love on everyone equally.

"You think so," turned away Apple Branch.

The story of an arrogant apple branch

At this moment some people came into the house, among them the countess, who had arranged the apple branch in a clear glass vase, near the sunlight. He seemed to have something like a flower in his hand. He was bringing it with great care from the blossoming apple branch. The leaves of several large trees shielded it like armor, so that no gust of wind could strike it. Entering the room, the countess carefully removed the large leaves. What the apple branch saw was a bunch of seeds that looked like a crown covered in a feathery dandelion. It was this flower that the Countess had carefully picked up and brought home, carefully guarded, lest its light feathery parts should fly away and lose its shape like a crown of fine feathers, like a sphere of mist. This time he brought it forward, and stared with fascinated eyes. This dry flower will be blown away by the wind at any time, its parts will be scattered everywhere, but how beautiful it looks even in this dry condition!

"Look you," said he to all, "how wonderfully nature has made this flower. I will place this flower with that apple branch and draw a picture of the two. Everyone appreciates the form of the apple branch. But nature has given this little flower another beauty; they are both equally beautiful, Although the two look very different."

Hearing this the sun's rays caressed the little flower like a crown of dry white feathers, and then caressed the apple branch full of soft pink blossoms. It seemed that the leaves of the apple branch had turned a little red with embarrassment.