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The goddess Flora, having decided to go on a journey, took care
                    to leave an assistant in her place. She called a flower council, and
                    all those present were fascinated by the beauty and luxury of Rose,
                    choosing her to be her assistant. The peony, who believed that he was
                    superior to the rose, began to object and sulk, trying to amaze everyone
                    with his size. But nobody noticed him. So Peony bloated more than
                    ever out of resentment. Flora could no longer bear this and, angry,
                    called him a stupid and proud flower. For his selfrighteousness, he will

                    forever remain fat and puffed up, that not a single butterfly touches
                    him with a kiss, and not a single bee takes honey from him.



                                                           Papaver tolmatschevianum


                           (Papaver tolmatschevianum N. S. Pavlova)






                                                           Perennial turfy herb up to 30 cm high. Pinnately
                                                        dissected or pinnately divided, up to 2.5–8 cm long
                                                        and up to 2 cm wide, grayish-green leaves covered
                                                        with  sparse  bristly  hairs  are  collected  in  basal
                                                        rosettes. Thin, loosely pubescent peduncles, 1–5 in
                                                        number, bear one sulphurous-yellow flower each.
                                                           Known       only     from     Sakhalin     Island:
                                                        Smirnykhovsky region, East Sakhalin mountains,
                                                        Stlannikovaya  and  Okhinsky  districts,  Shmidt
                                                        peninsula, Vostochny ridge.




                       After God had created the world, everyone was happy: people, animals,
                    plants, and the sky and water. Only the Night remained unhappy. She was
                    very sad that she had to hide natural beauty under her cover. She thought of
                    various tricks: stars, fireflies, in order to somehow become brighter. But it was
                    all in vain. The night was disliked — it frightened and evoked melancholy. God
                    decided to take pity on the poor Night and created Dreams. Since then, the
                    Night, on the contrary, has been expected as a welcome guest. And everything
                    was calm and wonderful until sin awoke in people. The Dream tried to prevent
                    this, but the sin was too strong. Then the Dream got angry and struck the
                    ground with his rod, Night came to the rescueand breathed life into him. The
                    rod took root, turned green and turned into a flowerthat still retains its sleep-
                    inducing power.



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