Author of quotes: Ileana Ponamareva

In front of me - strange pink-breast Lily. Not exactly the kind that I often see in flower shops. Rather, it is a rare Botanical variety, someone deliberately grown, it is the fruit of someone else's hands, not accidentally grown a flower from the sea.
Lily is refined and elegant, but seemed tense. Whitish-pink petals covered with invisible wax. The stamens are intricately intertwined, and if you look closely, a little primagravida at the ends. In the middle of the flower, closer to his heart - the intricate patterns of spots, stripes, feather-light layer of gold dust from the stamens covers the inner surface.
Lily is static. It is beautiful, fragrant, but it seems to be frozen in staging invisible frame. I do not want to look at and to consider. Attention to detail, but the flower... as if immobilized. The Lily is actively exudes the aroma, pleasant but durmannogo, and long to inhale its sweet notes difficult - dizzy. Better to admire from afar, from a distance, and not directly, but indirectly.
Lily was used to that, it beautifies everything around it. That put it in a prominent place so she made an impression. And it really produces. Only now I do it to the very lilies, nobody knows. Because Lily is silent and smells nice stands and decorates everything with themselves, but if not... may find yourself in life application. Because it is possible to decorate in different ways.
You can be a Lily in the hand of the angel of the Annunciation, told the virgin that she will soon give birth to the son of God, Christ. That Lily is humble and glows with white, symbolizing the joy of the flower to bring the good news.
You can decorate them icons in the temples, and to see in the dimness of the Church by you rushing the face, leans to the image. To see these faces and these images, to be with them, to show him that beauty is a mystery.
You can be Lily on the pond, him decorating the surface of the lake. And then the huge water mirror will emphasize the beauty of the forest, blossoming from the depths of the water directly towards the sun.
It is possible to grow under the pergola, listening to a leisurely late-night conversations: friends, lovers, students and teachers. So, looking at the petals, people thought - how many life is beautiful, and that flower is proof.
Anyway, it turns out that the Lily is not just a flower. She as if specially designed for greenhouses, the stress of the invisible gardener. She knows about his beauty and sweetness, but it is not enough. She wants to be a real - blossom not for the satisfactions someone's eyes, and for some special, only she knows the meaning.
And yet it makes a beautiful eyes, its aroma fills the room, waiting for the moment that someone drew attention not only for its apparent splendor, but also its inner essence.