Dandelion – a simple yellow flower that grows everywhere in the spring, where there is at least a patch of land and the sun is shining. Very small, I often looked at these flowers, saw them “turn gray” and become fluffy white umbrellas. It seemed unusual to me, because nothing like this happened with other flowers. “Gray” dandelions for some reason I never tore, somehow it did not happen. And once he picked it up and decided to sniff, soft, fluffy, they trembled in my hand, and I seemed to expect a miracle.
Suddenly an unfamiliar boy ran up to me, whom I had never seen in my yard. Immediately I did not understand what he did, why all the flowers-flies scattered around. I was tickled in the nose, and I cried. Until now, I do not know the reason: from surprise, pity for fluff, or because I had a naked stalk in my hands. So it seems like a trifle case from my very early childhood forever left in me a feeling of unusual dandelion flower and some kind of tenderness for him. When I now see a dandelion yellow, not yet “gray-haired,” I involuntarily look around: is not there an evil boy around.