Flower legends - страница 3

God was angry at a mere mortal who dared to knock down the stars from the sky. After all, if other lovers follow his example, then there will be no stars left in the sky at all, and the moon is unlikely to survive. He sent a terrible storm to the earth. A violent hurricane raged for three days and three nights.

When the storm subsided, no one could find the daredevil who knocked down a star from the sky. It turned into a small flower, which the Indians gave the name "shooting star".

The Volga legend.

Once upon a time there lived a khan and he had a beautiful daughter, Astra.

The girl loved to look at the stars at night, and the stars loved her. But the princess fell ill with an unknown disease, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not cure her. The Polar Star called her to her: "You have a kind soul, your place is with us."

The girl died, and immediately flowers of unprecedented heavenly beauty bloomed, ordinary people called them asters in honor of the beautiful princess. And the inconsolable khan built a beautiful city and named it Astrakhan in honor of his daughter.

A Greek legend.

Persephone is the wife of Hades, who ruled the underworld. He forcibly took her to wife, stealing her from Demeter's mother. The gods ordered the young wife to spend autumn and winter in her husband's abode, so year after year she sank underground with the arrival of cold weather.

And at the end of August, the unfortunate goddess noticed a young man and a girl in love, who were exchanging kisses. Persephone, deprived of love and soon forced to go to Hades, sobbed in despair. Her tears turned into stardust, falling to the ground and turned into wonderful asters.

It is not surprising that this plant has been associated with love among the Greeks since ancient times.

In one village there lived a trusting Anyuta. To her misfortune, a young handsome man came to this village, with whom she fell in love. And he turned out to be a liar. She waited, she waited for her beloved and died of longing.

On her grave, in memory of strong love, beautiful flowers bloomed, similar to her blue eyes. The whole story of the girl's short life was reflected in the tricolor petals.

White is the hope for mutual love, yellow expresses surprise at the act of a loved one, and purple is sadness and collapsed hopes for happiness. They called those flowers pansies.