My favorite flower is not graceful rose, gladiolus are not proud, but modest, tiny forest flower — cat's paw. I once saw him near the road when vacationing in the summer at the grandmother on a summer residence near Luga. I've been collecting in the sunlit hill of sweet scented strawberries. Suddenly stopped in surprise in front of me stretches a fluffy meadow. Tiny pink flowers resembled shaggy
the paws of a cat. The flower — grey fluffy ball, and in the middle like the pink droplet. Growing Bush, and therefore it seems fluffy. I gathered a small bouquet and brought it home. Grandma said that this flower is called cat's paw, people, everlasting, and in our village — bogacica. A bunch stood before my departure to the city — not wilted, the petals not showered. Sorry I was
to leave flowers, and I took them with me. They stood in a small vase all winter, reminding me of the summer. Since then, every year I quote from the countryside to the city a bunch of flowers.