tale 8 The rose, timidity and the guitar Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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The rose, timidity and the guitar Once upon a time, there was a guitar player. He played so wonderfully that the plants and the animals around him began to smile, when he played happy music and to cry when he played melancholic music. There was also a rich girl for whom he played but she didn't like him because he was poor. Every evening, he played under her balcony but she never replied to his music. In the street, a bit further down, another girl lived in a poor house. This girl was very shy, but she adored the music of the poor musician. When he played for the rich girl, the poor girl always sat at her window and listened. But when he had finished his concert for the rich girl and went home, the poor girl always disappeared from her window, so that the guitar player never knew that she loved his music. Then, one day, it was announced in town that the rich girl would marry a rich man. The poor guitar player was so sad that he came to town no more and the poor girl missed his music very much. The guitar player stayed in his house in the forest and played his bleeding heart out. For three nights, the poor girl waited for the guitar player's music but he didn't come. Then she decided to find the house of his. She didn't have to search much because the animals and trees showed her the way. Already from far, she could hear the wonderful music and when she approached the house, she could see the guitar player sitting on a bench in front of his house. From then on, she went there every night to listen but never dared to show herself. The desire to come nearer to him and maybe to touch him grew so big in her that she wished to always stay there. But how to achieve this aim without being seen by him? Nature came to her help and converted her into a rose bush. Directly behind the bench, she was stuck and instantly was a bright rose bush. At first, the guitar player was very surprised to see the rose bush behind his bench but then he was very pleased by the idea to play for these roses so beautiful. For a long time the guitar player played for the roses and slowly forgot the rich girl. Even the roses became more and more brave and one day the rose bush just put its branches so close around him like arms. The guitar player was so sunken in his music that at one moment, he kissed one of the flowers. Suddenly, the rose bush became the poor girl again with her arms around him and she was shy no longer. Continue with tale 9!

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