The sun had just gone. Frog brought his evening concert. The bees got into the hives. Closed the petals of flowers and lowered heads, bird heads hid under her wings, and the deer lay down to rest in the tall soft grass at Forest Lawn. Gradually, all was quiet. Shining star from under the trees slowly emerged a month. -Is there anybody here? – Asked the fog. But no one answered, because there was no one.
Then the fog rose – light and white. He danced on the lawn, stretches over the lake, and then snuck into the woods. -Who are you, buddy? – Asked the flower, which could not sleep. Fog, not answering, continued her dance. -I ask you, who are you? – Repeated the flower. -If you do not answer again, I thought you boor. Now, I'll hug. And the fog is dense flower clasped his long hands are wet so that the flower quite damp leaves.
-Oh! Oh! – Cried the flower .- Take away, please, my hands, my dear friend. I like to bathe in the pond. The mist rose higher. "Who am I? – He cried. -I – a drop of dew on a flower, a cloud in the sky, the mist on the meadow. I was constantly changing his appearance: am and dew and rain, and streams. When I emerge at night in the meadow, people say: "That's up Fog. Strange-making – said the flower. -Can you tell me more about it? -Well, I can tell you this story – said the fog, and lay down a little distance, at the foot of the flower. -I was born deep in the earth, there is not take out your roots. There I and my brothers made their way in the dark as pure as crystal, underground key. One day we ran out in the sun, at the foot of the hill. We murmured on pebbles, lapped against the shore, beautiful fish frolicking in our streams, and trees bent over and looked at us like a mirror. -Ran, we ran Then poured into the lake and moved along its bottom. There was dark and uncomfortable. I crawled to the surface and lay in the sun among the round-leaf water-lily. The sun burned enormously, and I'm sorry, why not stay at the bottom. In the evening, the sunset, I suddenly felt incredibly easy and I flew Higher and higher Here I met many of my brothers, which suffered the same fate We flew across the sky. We make the clouds.