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The nightingale sings at night, because she is extraordinarily shy. She undresses only before the moon. Besides, she is no beauty. She cannot rival the peacock in the palace garden – grayer even thana quail in the meadow. Her garment is plain, yet her song crowns her. Once, as it listened to her, a mouse…

A maple leaf can be dried and left in a book for the one who is searching. The leaf does not regret that it was once green. The poet Autumn has colored it with a golden pen. If the little leaf falls onto your hat – soon a good thought will fall as well. An…

You will never hear the mouse complain about the rain, because her sweater is waterproof. You can sit at the same desk with the mouse, and she will always share her answers. The mouse does not dye her whiskers. She does not tie ribbons. She only wears a grain amulet. She believes in the Meadow…

Swings often grow over with peonies and lure butterflies. As you sway, one of them may fly into your mouth and settle in the labyrinths of your heart. And if a fly wanders in, drive it away – far away – whip it with a lily blossom from your grandmother’s yard, cast spells from her…

The cherry tree can be a meeting place for all those from the moon who have not yet come to know the fountains of Earth. The Earth, by the cherry tree, at seven. Beneath it, you may listen to the oriole’s prayers if you happened to miss Mass. Under the cherry tree, you may kiss…

The sea will answer all your questions – even those you did not dare to ask your mom. In the sea, you can wash not only your face, but your heart as well. It will forgive all your sins for three sunsets and one sunrise. The sea will awaken your appetite if it has gone…