On the green bank of the Ticino River, which flows through the fields and meadows of Lombardy, a beautiful lily grew. All the other wildflowers bowed respectfully, trying not to touch her splendor even with a shadow. And she, gracefully soaring up and swaying joyfully in the wind, tirelessly admired her own reflection in the water.
Fascinated by the wondrous beauty, the waves decided to take possession of the flower. Soon the whole river began to boil and foam with passion. The waves became more and more restless, driven by an irresistible desire. And the lily, splashed with spray, unapproachable and proud, continued to show off on its strong flexible stem. Then the waves began to hit the shore even harder, overwhelming and undermining it until it collapsed into the boiling abyss, dragging the lonely beauty with it.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru