There was a rose in the garden. She was very sad and often cried. Other flowers had people who loved them. They were presented all the time. But rose wasn’t. She had thorns. Once the Nightingale sat near rose. He started to sing a beautiful song. She was looking at the rose and his song was perfect. The rose revived. She understood that somebody needs her. The bird always was sitting near here and singing its song. Once he flew up very close and the rose was frightened: — Fly away! – Cried sh...