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Happy end of the nightingale and the rose
At noon the Student opened his window and looked out. „Why, what a wounderful piece of luck!“ he cried; „here is a red rose! I have never seen rose like it in all my life. It is so beutiful that i am sure it has a long Latin name“ , and he leaned down and plucked it.
Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor´s house with the rose in his hand. The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the door-way, winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.
„You said you will dance with me if i brought you a red rose“, cride the Student. Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next to your heart, and as we dance together I will teel you how I love you.“
The girl just stood there surprised and speechless for several moments. She didn´t really like the Student at first, and she told him to get her the red rose that can match her beauty.
She assumed that the young Student would not dare to bring just any rose to compare it to her beauty, gorgeousness and grace. But she thought wrong of the enamored Student, she could not even assume his intentions and greatness of his love towards her. She didn´t even take him gravely, and just as she wanted to refuse his proposal and break his poor passionated heart she heard the the most beautiful tune that could make the coldest and strongest people cyr.
It was the same tune that woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams, floated throught the reeds of the river and that carried the message about the nightingale´s death to the sea. When the girl heard the echo of the nightingale´s song and all nightingale´s suffering and pain became known to her, she looked the young Student with such tenderness. Just now she realized that the young man that kneeled in front of her with the most beautiful rose in the entire world loved her with such passion and flame that she just could not persist nor decline. She took him by the hand as he arise and fell into his embrace. In that same moment the amazing nightingale´s song stoped and she felt the teardrop trundled down her cheek,. The Student saw that the girl started to cry and gently wipped it off from her pale face. And as the tear touched his fingers the nightingale exhilarated, spread her wings and arised from the gutter and into a new fairy tale.
p.s. - vjerojatno ima koja greska, ali cete mi oprostiti
Post je objavljen 17.12.2006. u 19:06 sati.