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UNPLANTED FLOWER

                  Days and weeks passed, and suddenly there were buds on the plant. Maybe it bloomed thanks to my
                  sweet  water,  or  maybe  it  helped  that  I  moved  it  to  bright  places  every  day.  Or  maybe  it  bloomed
                  because it was about to bloom. I don’t know. But when it bloomed, it was still standing in the water,
                  leaning  sideways,  dangling  to  the  ground.  Every  day,  as  I  changed  the  water  in  the  vase,  I  saw  the
                  increasingly  elongating  thin  roots.  I  imagined  that  after  I  planted  the  flower  on  the  ground,  it  would
                  bloom marvelously. But one day I noticed that the stem of the flower rotted from the middle. Realizing

                  that I cannot keep it this way, on my way back from school, I finally bought a flower pot...


                  But when I got home, I couldn’t find my plant. There was no plant, no buds, and no vase in which it
                  stood. Usually the first thought that comes to mind is the right one. After all, my mother had long ago
                  told me to plant a flower plant. But, seeing my slowness, she had the idea of doing “something” with it.


                  - Mommy, where is my flower plant? - I asked my mother, trying to stay calm.


                  - Plant or vase? - Mommy asked.


                  - What, are they standing alone?


                  - Yes. Your plant has rotted away. I threw it away. And I washed the vase. It’s over there.


                  My mother spoke simply and clearly. And I froze in place, holding a new flower pot, unable to find the
                  words.



                  - Mom, where did you throw my plant? I... wanted to plant it, so I bought a pot...


                  - Daughter, the plant was in the water for a month. It turned yellow, but you never planted it. Now, even
                  if you do plant it, it can’t grow anymore.


                  Said my mother, looking at the flowerpot I was holding.


                  - It would grow! - I exclaimed, still not knowing who or what to be mad at. - And it could have bloomed.
                  After all, it had buds!


                  -  Honey,  everything  has  its  time.  A  plant  doesn’t  grow  in  water,  it  grows  in  the  ground.  Well,  don’t
                  worry, I’ll buy you another plant. There are lots of flower plants in the market.


                  - Mommy, this plant is not on sale ... And I do not need another... - I barely made it out.



                  At that moment, it reminded me of my friend. Tomorrow she’s coming to visit us. And I bragged to her
                  that my plant was growing well and already blooming.


                  A lot of time has passed since then. Sometimes my friend and I remember it with a laugh. I can’t forget
                  that incident, though. The fate of some people and the events that happened around me remind me of
                  that flower plant. I keep remembering the thin branch that stood for a long time in a large graceful vase
                  filled with sweetened water and released its buds. It struggled for life for a long time, but died because I
                  did not plant it in the right place in time!


                  Eh, there are such “flower plants” among humans, too, who are not planted in their proper place in
                  time. Even I am still tormented with conscience for having ruined that flower plant. And how do those
                  who “kill” people live?



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                                Mokhira Eshpulatova

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