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Sestre i bratovci

In a modernday setting, Ivan from Zagreb meets Athanasia online. They share a longdistance relationship, alternating visits between Greece and Croatia. Their friendship deepens into a romantic relationship. When Athanasia visits Zagreb, they cook together for friends Mirjana and Željko.

midreal_63cc539d

May 2

The Legend Of The Queen With The Blue Lily Marking On Her Cheek

In a small town, Ljiljana visits a Renaissance painting exhibition with her husband Goran. A mysterious woman approaches her, revealing similarities with a portrait of Queen of the Blue Lily. They quickly become friends, leading to further investigations by Ljiljana and this woman.

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Mar 13

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked.

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked.

midreal_63cc539d

Mar 13

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked. The butterfly, very satisfied by the way the painter had painted her, felt free to ask him: - Excuse me, sir! - I’m sorry! I can’t talk right now.- the painter said in an almost absent-minded way, as he was very concerned with the final look at his work. - No, dandelion, you are definitely not in the picture - the butterfly confirmed after he fluttered in front of the picture for a while. - Impossible! That is impossible! - the dandelion shouted angrily. - It's possible, it's possible! - the grasshopper was shouting and he was jumping high in front of the picture to see as well as possible. - I can't believe it! That is complete impudence! He had to draw me! - the dandelion was shaking with rage. - You see, you are not important at all, how you think - the daisy commented. - I ... I'm very important! I am the most beautiful flower on this meadow! - But you're not in the picture, you heard that - the daisy continued. - Maybe you will be lucky next time - the grasshopper tried to comfort it at least a little. - Next time! What do you mean!? Maybe next time it never happens! - You should always hope - the ladybug said. - That is nonsense! All that matters is what it is now! Tell me exactly what is in the picture! Don't leave anything out! - Well, like this... poppies, grass, mountains in the background, the sky and a few clouds. But poppies are the most prominent - the butterfly described what he sees. - Poppies! Why did the painter paint you!? You look so modest! I don’t know what beauty he could see in you! - the dandelion looked at the nearest poppy full of envy. - I'm not guilty of anything! I didn't ask him to draw me - the poppy said quietly, almost timidly. - No, you're lying! You challenged him in some way! Admit it! - I didn't do anything... - Leave it alone! The painter decided for himself what he would paint - the daisy decided to protect the poppy. - That's right! The painter painted a butterfly, and me and the grasshopper did not. What should we do now? - the ladybug said, a little disappointed. - Oh, no, no! I wouldn't agree with you. You are in the picture. You didn't see well. You're on a poppy petal, and the grasshopper is on a leaf. You’re red, and he’s green, so it’s hard to notice you. But I saw you in the picture - the butterfly said smiling. The ladybug would immediately go check it out, but the painter had already saved his picture and painting tool. He was already ready to leave. The ladybug decided to trust the butterfly and she smiled. Grasshopper too. The dandelion flickered all over, but said nothing. It just felt great envy. The night fell soon and the next day dawned with a bright sun in the sky. Ooops! Everybody is around there, alone again, but the dandelion has no more its yellow ray florets today. A white fluffy ‘parachute’ has opened into a sphere at the place of the flower head. - Dandelion, you’ve gone so irritated yesterday that you went white today! - the grasshopper noticed. - Where’s your yellow beauty you wished to be in the picture? - the ladybug asked. The dandelion stood there without saying a word. - Oh, someone has completely changed, but for the worse - the daisy hurried to add. - I like your cute blowball so much, standing by me! - one of the poppies said timidly. - What!? Don't I have the most beautiful yellow flower anymore !? - the dandelion said very worriedly. - No, you are completely white and ugly now! You mocked my white petals, and now you look really miserable - the daisy said relentlessly. - It happened because of injustice yesterday! - the dandelion said angrily. - What injustices? - the ladybug said in astonishment. - You all know what happened yesterday. The painter drew these simple poppies, and he didn’t even look at me, even though I was far prettier than them. Many people will surely see the picture and will see these wretches. They will not be able to admire my beauty. That is the big injustice! - And no, no, that's not called injustice. It's called envy, my dear dandelion! You are envious! - the butterfly said quite seriously. - What do you know!? You are just an ordinary butterfly that looks miserable! I have seen and even hosted on my flower much more beautiful butterflies than you are! - Who cares about that! - the butterfly laughed. - Butterfly is right! You are envious. You turned white with envy! - the daisy supported the butterfly. - I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I can’t be envious to some miserable poppies! - the dandelion shouted now. - Why are you insulting us and calling us miserable? We are flowers like everyone else. Someone likes us, someone does not like us. Apparently, the painter liked us - the poppy said modestly. It felt a bit awkward as it was the target of dandelion attacks. - I'm the most beautiful and everyone likes me! I had to be in the picture! - the dandelion was stubborn. - Maybe you have looked good yesterday, but today... - the grasshopper nodded significantly. - It's true. Look at the poppies, they are the same today as they were yesterday - the ladybug confirmed. The dandelion wanted to say something, but in his great rage he could not find the right words. A mischievous wind suddenly rushed into the meadow and it began to play with blades of grass and flowers. Then it saw a white dandelion head and it could not resist. It grabbed the white petals and began to carry them and scatter them around. It was one of its very favorite pastimes. - Ohhhhh ... noooo! - the dandelion screamed, it raised its leaves high trying to protect its flower. But it could not do it. The wind had already made its mischief and it was already running somewhere farther. - Wow, you look beautiful now! You don't have any flower now. Your head is bald! - the daisy laughed. - Ha, ha ha... it made fun of all of us! - the poppy laughed, too. - No... no... no... - the dandelion sobbed. - Hey, it's not so bad! - the grasshopper called it. - We can keep having fun - the ladybug added. - Come on, I will land on you and I will be like your flower - the butterfly suggested. - No... no... no... - the dandelion pulled in its stalk and covered it with its leaves. Everyone now knew that it would be quiet and peaceful until its sun-like flower bloomed again, yellow as a ducat and the most beautiful in the whole meadow.

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked. The butterfly, very satisfied by the way the painter had painted her, felt free to ask him: - Excuse me, sir! - I’m sorry! I can’t talk right now.- the painter said in an almost absent-minded way, as he was very concerned with the final look at his work. - No, dandelion, you are definitely not in the picture - the butterfly confirmed after he fluttered in front of the picture for a while. - Impossible! That is impossible! - the dandelion shouted angrily. - It's possible, it's possible! - the grasshopper was shouting and he was jumping high in front of the picture to see as well as possible. - I can't believe it! That is complete impudence! He had to draw me! - the dandelion was shaking with rage. - You see, you are not important at all, how you think - the daisy commented. - I ... I'm very important! I am the most beautiful flower on this meadow! - But you're not in the picture, you heard that - the daisy continued. - Maybe you will be lucky next time - the grasshopper tried to comfort it at least a little. - Next time! What do you mean!? Maybe next time it never happens! - You should always hope - the ladybug said. - That is nonsense! All that matters is what it is now! Tell me exactly what is in the picture! Don't leave anything out! - Well, like this... poppies, grass, mountains in the background, the sky and a few clouds. But poppies are the most prominent - the butterfly described what he sees. - Poppies! Why did the painter paint you!? You look so modest! I don’t know what beauty he could see in you! - the dandelion looked at the nearest poppy full of envy. - I'm not guilty of anything! I didn't ask him to draw me - the poppy said quietly, almost timidly. - No, you're lying! You challenged him in some way! Admit it! - I didn't do anything... - Leave it alone! The painter decided for himself what he would paint - the daisy decided to protect the poppy. - That's right! The painter painted a butterfly, and me and the grasshopper did not. What should we do now? - the ladybug said, a little disappointed. - Oh, no, no! I wouldn't agree with you. You are in the picture. You didn't see well. You're on a poppy petal, and the grasshopper is on a leaf. You’re red, and he’s green, so it’s hard to notice you. But I saw you in the picture - the butterfly said smiling. The ladybug would immediately go check it out, but the painter had already saved his picture and painting tool. He was already ready to leave. The ladybug decided to trust the butterfly and she smiled. Grasshopper too. The dandelion flickered all over, but said nothing. It just felt great envy. The night fell soon and the next day dawned with a bright sun in the sky. Ooops! Everybody is around there, alone again, but the dandelion has no more its yellow ray florets today. A white fluffy ‘parachute’ has opened into a sphere at the place of the flower head. - Dandelion, you’ve gone so irritated yesterday that you went white today! - the grasshopper noticed. - Where’s your yellow beauty you wished to be in the picture? - the ladybug asked. The dandelion stood there without saying a word. - Oh, someone has completely changed, but for the worse - the daisy hurried to add. - I like your cute blowball so much, standing by me! - one of the poppies said timidly. - What!? Don't I have the most beautiful yellow flower anymore !? - the dandelion said very worriedly. - No, you are completely white and ugly now! You mocked my white petals, and now you look really miserable - the daisy said relentlessly. - It happened because of injustice yesterday! - the dandelion said angrily. - What injustices? - the ladybug said in astonishment. - You all know what happened yesterday. The painter drew these simple poppies, and he didn’t even look at me, even though I was far prettier than them. Many people will surely see the picture and will see these wretches. They will not be able to admire my beauty. That is the big injustice! - And no, no, that's not called injustice. It's called envy, my dear dandelion! You are envious! - the butterfly said quite seriously. - What do you know!? You are just an ordinary butterfly that looks miserable! I have seen and even hosted on my flower much more beautiful butterflies than you are! - Who cares about that! - the butterfly laughed. - Butterfly is right! You are envious. You turned white with envy! - the daisy supported the butterfly. - I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I can’t be envious to some miserable poppies! - the dandelion shouted now. - Why are you insulting us and calling us miserable? We are flowers like everyone else. Someone likes us, someone does not like us. Apparently, the painter liked us - the poppy said modestly. It felt a bit awkward as it was the target of dandelion attacks. - I'm the most beautiful and everyone likes me! I had to be in the picture! - the dandelion was stubborn. - Maybe you have looked good yesterday, but today... - the grasshopper nodded significantly. - It's true. Look at the poppies, they are the same today as they were yesterday - the ladybug confirmed. The dandelion wanted to say something, but in his great rage he could not find the right words. A mischievous wind suddenly rushed into the meadow and it began to play with blades of grass and flowers. Then it saw a white dandelion head and it could not resist. It grabbed the white petals and began to carry them and scatter them around. It was one of its very favorite pastimes. - Ohhhhh ... noooo! - the dandelion screamed, it raised its leaves high trying to protect its flower. But it could not do it. The wind had already made its mischief and it was already running somewhere farther. - Wow, you look beautiful now! You don't have any flower now. Your head is bald! - the daisy laughed. - Ha, ha ha... it made fun of all of us! - the poppy laughed, too. - No... no... no... - the dandelion sobbed. - Hey, it's not so bad! - the grasshopper called it. - We can keep having fun - the ladybug added. - Come on, I will land on you and I will be like your flower - the butterfly suggested. - No... no... no... - the dandelion pulled in its stalk and covered it with its leaves. Everyone now knew that it would be quiet and peaceful until its sun-like flower bloomed again, yellow as a ducat and the most beautiful in the whole meadow.

midreal_63cc539d

Mar 12

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked. The butterfly, very satisfied by the way the painter had painted her, felt free to ask him: - Excuse me, sir! - I’m sorry! I can’t talk right now.- the painter said in an almost absent-minded way, as he was very concerned with the final look at his work. - No, dandelion, you are definitely not in the picture - the butterfly confirmed after he fluttered in front of the picture for a while. - Impossible! That is impossible! - the dandelion shouted angrily. - It's possible, it's possible! - the grasshopper was shouting and he was jumping high in front of the picture to see as well as possible. - I can't believe it! That is complete impudence! He had to draw me! - the dandelion was shaking with rage. - You see, you are not important at all, how you think - the daisy commented. - I ... I'm very important! I am the most beautiful flower on this meadow! - But you're not in the picture, you heard that - the daisy continued. - Maybe you will be lucky next time - the grasshopper tried to comfort it at least a little. - Next time! What do you mean!? Maybe next time it never happens! - You should always hope - the ladybug said. - That is nonsense! All that matters is what it is now! Tell me exactly what is in the picture! Don't leave anything out! - Well, like this... poppies, grass, mountains in the background, the sky and a few clouds. But poppies are the most prominent - the butterfly described what he sees. - Poppies! Why did the painter paint you!? You look so modest! I don’t know what beauty he could see in you! - the dandelion looked at the nearest poppy full of envy. - I'm not guilty of anything! I didn't ask him to draw me - the poppy said quietly, almost timidly. - No, you're lying! You challenged him in some way! Admit it! - I didn't do anything... - Leave it alone! The painter decided for himself what he would paint - the daisy decided to protect the poppy. - That's right! The painter painted a butterfly, and me and the grasshopper did not. What should we do now? - the ladybug said, a little disappointed. - Oh, no, no! I wouldn't agree with you. You are in the picture. You didn't see well. You're on a poppy petal, and the grasshopper is on a leaf. You’re red, and he’s green, so it’s hard to notice you. But I saw you in the picture - the butterfly said smiling. The ladybug would immediately go check it out, but the painter had already saved his picture and painting tool. He was already ready to leave. The ladybug decided to trust the butterfly and she smiled. Grasshopper too. The dandelion flickered all over, but said nothing. It just felt great envy. The night fell soon and the next day dawned with a bright sun in the sky. Ooops! Everybody is around there, alone again, but the dandelion has no more its yellow ray florets today. A white fluffy ‘parachute’ has opened into a sphere at the place of the flower head. - Dandelion, you’ve gone so irritated yesterday that you went white today! - the grasshopper noticed. - Where’s your yellow beauty you wished to be in the picture? - the ladybug asked. The dandelion stood there without saying a word. - Oh, someone has completely changed, but for the worse - the daisy hurried to add. - I like your cute blowball so much, standing by me! - one of the poppies said timidly. - What!? Don't I have the most beautiful yellow flower anymore !? - the dandelion said very worriedly. - No, you are completely white and ugly now! You mocked my white petals, and now you look really miserable - the daisy said relentlessly. - It happened because of injustice yesterday! - the dandelion said angrily. - What injustices? - the ladybug said in astonishment. - You all know what happened yesterday. The painter drew these simple poppies, and he didn’t even look at me, even though I was far prettier than them. Many people will surely see the picture and will see these wretches. They will not be able to admire my beauty. That is the big injustice! - And no, no, that's not called injustice. It's called envy, my dear dandelion! You are envious! - the butterfly said quite seriously. - What do you know!? You are just an ordinary butterfly that looks miserable! I have seen and even hosted on my flower much more beautiful butterflies than you are! - Who cares about that! - the butterfly laughed. - Butterfly is right! You are envious. You turned white with envy! - the daisy supported the butterfly. - I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I can’t be envious to some miserable poppies! - the dandelion shouted now. - Why are you insulting us and calling us miserable? We are flowers like everyone else. Someone likes us, someone does not like us. Apparently, the painter liked us - the poppy said modestly. It felt a bit awkward as it was the target of dandelion attacks. - I'm the most beautiful and everyone likes me! I had to be in the picture! - the dandelion was stubborn. - Maybe you have looked good yesterday, but today... - the grasshopper nodded significantly. - It's true. Look at the poppies, they are the same today as they were yesterday - the ladybug confirmed. The dandelion wanted to say something, but in his great rage he could not find the right words. A mischievous wind suddenly rushed into the meadow and it began to play with blades of grass and flowers. Then it saw a white dandelion head and it could not resist. It grabbed the white petals and began to carry them and scatter them around. It was one of its very favorite pastimes. - Ohhhhh ... noooo! - the dandelion screamed, it raised its leaves high trying to protect its flower. But it could not do it. The wind had already made its mischief and it was already running somewhere farther. - Wow, you look beautiful now! You don't have any flower now. Your head is bald! - the daisy laughed. - Ha, ha ha... it made fun of all of us! - the poppy laughed, too. - No... no... no... - the dandelion sobbed. - Hey, it's not so bad! - the grasshopper called it. - We can keep having fun - the ladybug added. - Come on, I will land on you and I will be like your flower - the butterfly suggested. - No... no... no... - the dandelion pulled in its stalk and covered it with its leaves. Everyone now knew that it would be quiet and peaceful until its sun-like flower bloomed again, yellow as a ducat and the most beautiful in the whole meadow.

It's a beautiful spring day and three friends, the ladybug, the butterfly and the grasshopper, are carefree and joyful. Lots of grass and colorful flowers was an environment where they felt very happy. They flew and jumped from flower to flower, from blade of grass to blade of grass as if racing and they laughed. - Hey, we could play hide-and-seek! We have not played it for a long time! - the butterfly suggested. - I agree! We will hide, and you will look for us! - the grasshopper said. - I agree, too - the ladybug added. - But, why do I have to look for first - the butterfly protested. - Because you suggested the game - the grasshopper replied readily. - That's right! - the ladybug agreed. - All right, let it be. - Close your eyes and count to twenty! - the grasshopper remarked. - Turn to the other side and don't peek while we hide - the ladybug warned. The grasshopper quickly slipped under a broad leaf in the grass, and the ladybug saw a poppy and she hid among its petals. - Eighteen, nineteen, twenty ... I'm looking for you! - the butterfly said loudly. Then he was flying around and he was peeking under the flowers. He flew past the wide leaf where the grasshopper was hidden, but he noticed nothing. The grasshopper just laughed softly. Butterfly really tried and he had been looking for them for quite some time, but he had no success. - Where could they hide? - he asked himself. - Why don't you look... - the dandelion began to speak . - Shut up, chatterbox! It is not fair! It's their game! - Daisies immediately interrupted and rebuked him. - Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm giving up! You can get out of your shelters! - the butterfly called to them. - I'm here! - the ladybug waved from the top of the petal. - And I'm here! - the grasshopper jumped on the leaf. - It's not fair! You use your colors to hide better. How can I see you,when you are red and you are hiding on a red flower? And how can I find you, when you are as green as this leaf and grass? - the butterfly grumbled. - Who's to blame for you when you are so colorful, so you can't hide as well as we do - the grasshopper replied calmly. They would have surely continued their discussion, but loud footsteps and a large shadow interrupted them. A tall man, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, beige loose trousers and heavy brown boots, was scouting out in the location holding a portable easel.he seemed to be indecisive on where he should set up, when the bunch of poppies caught his sight. He thought that this was the ideal spot for the painting he had imagined during the last few days. The range of mountains on the distant background and the flower meadow to spread around him, that’s it! He put up the light easel carefully on the ground, next to the poppies. He fixed the canvas on it. He put on an old white garment, with lots of colourful splashes of paint on it. Then, he took his brushes and palette out of his rucksack and, since he arranged all the oil pastels he needed, he inserted his thumb through the hole and curled his fingers around the edge. - He’s a painter. He’s going to paint us - the dandelion whispered. The tall man, who was really a painter, focused on the poppies and started to put the main shapes, sketching them on the canvas. Being very curious, the grasshopper hopped onto the right upper edge of the easel to have a close look at the painting. Feeling a bit discontent, the painter raised his arm and sent it away with a gesture of his. - You’ve been quite impatient. - the butterfly said to the grasshopper and she went on saying: - I’ll fly over the painting in a while and we’ll learn if we are part of it. - What did you see!? What did you see!? - the dandelion asked impatiently. - Not much - the grasshopper replied shortly. - Is he painting me? - the dandelion continued very curiously. - No, I didn't see that. - Mhhh ... he would have to do it! - Why would he have to draw you? Who are you anyway? - the daisy interfered in the conversation. - How, who am I!? I am certainly the most beautiful flower on this meadow! I'm like the sun, and the sun is so beautiful! My flower is yellow as a ducat! Do you see how beautiful I am! You’d better look at yourself how miserable you look! You are so tiny and you have plain white petals that look like nothing! - I don't care! I'm satisfied as I am. I don’t care at all if I’m going to be in the picture or not. - I will see what he is painting - the ladybug said. She was also curious. She, like her friends, had never seen a real painter paint. She spread her wings, she made a semicircle and she came behind the painter’s back and she carefully landed on his shoulder. She found a good place there and she watched every move of his carefully. He was so fascinated by his work that he noticed nothing but his canvas. He would often take paint with his brush and apply it to the painting. Red the most. - He is painting poppies! - the ladybug reported excitedly when she returned. - And me!? Is he painting me!? - the dandelion fluttered its petals excitedly. - Mmmm ... no. I didn’t see the yellow color in the picture at all. - Are you sure about that? Did you see well at all !? - Of course I did! You don't think I don't recognize colors, do you? - You could have watched more carefully! - I saw everything well! He paints poppies. - He's painting me!? Why me? - the poppy said shyly and it blushed a little more. The dandelion fell silent and he began to feel envious. But it still hoped to find a place in the painting because the painter was still working. The time was passing by and a bunch of beautiful red poppies had started to stand out on the painting. Now, the painter took some yellow on his brush to mix it with the white and the dark red, so that he makes the poppies, which were closer to the sun, look brighter. - Dandelion, - the butterfly hurried to let the dandelion know, - the painter has taken yellow on his brush. - I knew it! I knew it! I deserve it! - the dandelion started to rejoice. ‘But,... but, … what's he doing?’ - the butterfly thought, as she was now watching the painter mix and use it on some of the poppies. - Disaster, Dandelion! He used yellow with white and dark red to make some poppies look brighter! - Bother! Let’s see what he’ll paint next to the poppies! Me, I guess! While the butterfly went on making circles around, the painter caught sight of her and he decided to include her in his painting. With very skillful movements, the butterfly was his final touch on the painting, which was coming to an end. After all, he had spent so many hours and soon he would get ready to leave the location. As for the sealant, he could add it in his studio. He took a final step back to look at the painting better. - What? He looks as if he’s finished his work! Butterfly, hurry to ask him about me! - the dandelion got panicked. The butterfly, very satisfied by the way the painter had painted her, felt free to ask him: - Excuse me, sir! - I’m sorry! I can’t talk right now.- the painter said in an almost absent-minded way, as he was very concerned with the final look at his work. - No, dandelion, you are definitely not in the picture - the butterfly confirmed after he fluttered in front of the picture for a while. - Impossible! That is impossible! - the dandelion shouted angrily. - It's possible, it's possible! - the grasshopper was shouting and he was jumping high in front of the picture to see as well as possible. - I can't believe it! That is complete impudence! He had to draw me! - the dandelion was shaking with rage. - You see, you are not important at all, how you think - the daisy commented. - I ... I'm very important! I am the most beautiful flower on this meadow! - But you're not in the picture, you heard that - the daisy continued. - Maybe you will be lucky next time - the grasshopper tried to comfort it at least a little. - Next time! What do you mean!? Maybe next time it never happens! - You should always hope - the ladybug said. - That is nonsense! All that matters is what it is now! Tell me exactly what is in the picture! Don't leave anything out! - Well, like this... poppies, grass, mountains in the background, the sky and a few clouds. But poppies are the most prominent - the butterfly described what he sees. - Poppies! Why did the painter paint you!? You look so modest! I don’t know what beauty he could see in you! - the dandelion looked at the nearest poppy full of envy. - I'm not guilty of anything! I didn't ask him to draw me - the poppy said quietly, almost timidly. - No, you're lying! You challenged him in some way! Admit it! - I didn't do anything... - Leave it alone! The painter decided for himself what he would paint - the daisy decided to protect the poppy. - That's right! The painter painted a butterfly, and me and the grasshopper did not. What should we do now? - the ladybug said, a little disappointed. - Oh, no, no! I wouldn't agree with you. You are in the picture. You didn't see well. You're on a poppy petal, and the grasshopper is on a leaf. You’re red, and he’s green, so it’s hard to notice you. But I saw you in the picture - the butterfly said smiling. The ladybug would immediately go check it out, but the painter had already saved his picture and painting tool. He was already ready to leave. The ladybug decided to trust the butterfly and she smiled. Grasshopper too. The dandelion flickered all over, but said nothing. It just felt great envy. The night fell soon and the next day dawned with a bright sun in the sky. Ooops! Everybody is around there, alone again, but the dandelion has no more its yellow ray florets today. A white fluffy ‘parachute’ has opened into a sphere at the place of the flower head. - Dandelion, you’ve gone so irritated yesterday that you went white today! - the grasshopper noticed. - Where’s your yellow beauty you wished to be in the picture? - the ladybug asked. The dandelion stood there without saying a word. - Oh, someone has completely changed, but for the worse - the daisy hurried to add. - I like your cute blowball so much, standing by me! - one of the poppies said timidly. - What!? Don't I have the most beautiful yellow flower anymore !? - the dandelion said very worriedly. - No, you are completely white and ugly now! You mocked my white petals, and now you look really miserable - the daisy said relentlessly. - It happened because of injustice yesterday! - the dandelion said angrily. - What injustices? - the ladybug said in astonishment. - You all know what happened yesterday. The painter drew these simple poppies, and he didn’t even look at me, even though I was far prettier than them. Many people will surely see the picture and will see these wretches. They will not be able to admire my beauty. That is the big injustice! - And no, no, that's not called injustice. It's called envy, my dear dandelion! You are envious! - the butterfly said quite seriously. - What do you know!? You are just an ordinary butterfly that looks miserable! I have seen and even hosted on my flower much more beautiful butterflies than you are! - Who cares about that! - the butterfly laughed. - Butterfly is right! You are envious. You turned white with envy! - the daisy supported the butterfly. - I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I can’t be envious to some miserable poppies! - the dandelion shouted now. - Why are you insulting us and calling us miserable? We are flowers like everyone else. Someone likes us, someone does not like us. Apparently, the painter liked us - the poppy said modestly. It felt a bit awkward as it was the target of dandelion attacks. - I'm the most beautiful and everyone likes me! I had to be in the picture! - the dandelion was stubborn. - Maybe you have looked good yesterday, but today... - the grasshopper nodded significantly. - It's true. Look at the poppies, they are the same today as they were yesterday - the ladybug confirmed. The dandelion wanted to say something, but in his great rage he could not find the right words. A mischievous wind suddenly rushed into the meadow and it began to play with blades of grass and flowers. Then it saw a white dandelion head and it could not resist. It grabbed the white petals and began to carry them and scatter them around. It was one of its very favorite pastimes. - Ohhhhh ... noooo! - the dandelion screamed, it raised its leaves high trying to protect its flower. But it could not do it. The wind had already made its mischief and it was already running somewhere farther. - Wow, you look beautiful now! You don't have any flower now. Your head is bald! - the daisy laughed. - Ha, ha ha... it made fun of all of us! - the poppy laughed, too. - No... no... no... - the dandelion sobbed. - Hey, it's not so bad! - the grasshopper called it. - We can keep having fun - the ladybug added. - Come on, I will land on you and I will be like your flower - the butterfly suggested. - No... no... no... - the dandelion pulled in its stalk and covered it with its leaves. Everyone now knew that it would be quiet and peaceful until its sun-like flower bloomed again, yellow as a ducat and the most beautiful in the whole meadow.

midreal_63cc539d

Mar 12

The snow finally fell and Anna made a little snowman. She was very happy about it and she loved him very much. But one evening, before she fell asleep, she heard a knock on her bedroom window. It was a snowman. He was very upset. He said that the days were getting warmer and he would melt. He asked Anna for help. Anna was surprised by this, but the snowman said that she had made him and she was responsible for him. She really loved her snowman and she did not want him to melt. But she did not know how she could help him. There was no room in the fridge or freezer and she could not put him there. They both became very worried. An owl flew by them and she saw that something was wrong, so she landed next to them. They explained their problem. The owl thought about it and she said that maybe she could help them. She flew away and she soon returned in the company of a rather strange man with a top hat on his head. He was a magician who lived at the end of the street. Ana explained the problem, but he explained that he was not a real magician. All he did was just tricks. But then his hat started moving strangely and a rabbit's head peeked out from under the hat. The rabbit said that he had once worked with very serious magicians and had learned some magic words. He suggested that the snowman sit on a small rug next to Ana's bed. Then the rabbit said what magic words should be said. This was done and the rug with the snowman lifted slightly from the floor and then it went through the window and it flew away very quickly into the night. Ana's mother was surprised when she did not see the rug next to the bed in the morning. Ana told what had happened. Mother laughed and she told Ana not to talk nonsense. Still she wondered where the rug could have disappeared to. Mom was even more surprised when a postcard arrived for Anna from the South Pole. The snowman wrote that he was very happy there, especially because he had found great penguin friends, but he still couldn't wait for winter to come and he could return to the carpet to greet Anna.

The snow finally fell and Anna made a little snowman. She was very happy about it and she loved him very much. But one evening, before she fell asleep, she heard a knock on her bedroom window. It was a snowman. He was very upset. He said that the days were getting warmer and he would melt. He asked Anna for help. Anna was surprised by this, but the snowman said that she had made him and she was responsible for him. She really loved her snowman and she did not want him to melt. But she did not know how she could help him. There was no room in the fridge or freezer and she could not put him there. They both became very worried. An owl flew by them and she saw that something was wrong, so she landed next to them. They explained their problem. The owl thought about it and she said that maybe she could help them. She flew away and she soon returned in the company of a rather strange man with a top hat on his head. He was a magician who lived at the end of the street. Ana explained the problem, but he explained that he was not a real magician. All he did was just tricks. But then his hat started moving strangely and a rabbit's head peeked out from under the hat. The rabbit said that he had once worked with very serious magicians and had learned some magic words. He suggested that the snowman sit on a small rug next to Ana's bed. Then the rabbit said what magic words should be said. This was done and the rug with the snowman lifted slightly from the floor and then it went through the window and it flew away very quickly into the night. Ana's mother was surprised when she did not see the rug next to the bed in the morning. Ana told what had happened. Mother laughed and she told Ana not to talk nonsense. Still she wondered where the rug could have disappeared to. Mom was even more surprised when a postcard arrived for Anna from the South Pole. The snowman wrote that he was very happy there, especially because he had found great penguin friends, but he still couldn't wait for winter to come and he could return to the carpet to greet Anna.

midreal_63cc539d

May 20

Clumsy Love

In a quiet neighborhood, John is captivated by his curvy neighbor Betty. She catches him staring, leading to awkward moments. Both shy and insecure, they struggle to speak naturally. Their encounters involve blushing, stumbling over words, and nervous laughter, hinting at an emerging friendship.