Pavol Dobsinsky
The Three-Blossomed Rose
The story, adapted from Pavol Dobšinský’s collection, tells us that love is not about beauty but about being kind and human.
A long, long time ago, people
They just came into the woods in autumn, chopped down
The wood would then walk the whole path from the forest to their village. Over hills, through valleys, in brooks, on narrow tracks and across wide roads in the fields. Nobody had to give the wood directions, it just knew the way.
When the people came back from the forest, there was wood ready for them. It was neatly piled in the village square, in their backyards and behind their simple shops. They just had sawed up
Why is it no longer like that? Well, because people are people. When we’re doing fine, we’d like to be doing even better. When we’re doing better, we want it to be the best ever. In this case, the disaster was caused by a selfish woman from the village who hated doing anything that took work.
One autumn day, when it was very windy
But - of course! -…