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Forget-me-not. Legends, myths, symbolism, description, cultivation, methods of application
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Forget-me-not, Myosotis. Photos of the plant, basic scientific information, legends, myths, symbolism
Basic scientific information, legends, myths, symbolism Sort by: Forget-me-not (Myosotis) Family: Norichnikovye (Boraginaceae) Origin: Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South America, Australia. Area: Plants of this genus grow everywhere. Chemical composition: Forget-me-nots contain alkaloids, flavonoids, essential oils and other biologically active substances. Economic value: Forget-me-nots are grown as ornamental plants for decorating flower beds and garden plots. Some species are used in folk medicine for the treatment of diseases of the lungs and respiratory tract, as well as a diuretic and hemostatic agent. Legends, myths, symbolism: There are many legends and myths associated with forget-me-not. One of the most famous legends says that when God created the world, he gave all plants the name they were supposed to wear, but forgot to name this delicate and beautiful flower. The flower asked God to give it a name, but God replied that he had already given out all the names, and he could no longer name the plants. Then the flower asked all the animals to name it, but no one knew what to call it. Finally, the mouse said, "Don't forget me." And so the name "forget-me-not" appeared. In a number of cultures, forget-me-nots are associated with memory and longevity. For example, in the Victorian era, forget-me-nots were popular symbols of eternal remembrance and love. Forget-me-nots have also been used in literature and poetry as a symbol of hope, eternal love and memories.
Forget-me-not, Myosotis. Description, illustrations of the plant Forget-me-not. Legends, myths, history
There are various legends about the origin of forget-me-nots, often very similar to each other. They talk about the tears shed by the brides when parting with their loved ones. These tears turn into blue flowers, like their eyes, and the girls give them to their lover as a keepsake. An ancient Greek legend tells of a young couple - the shepherd Lykas and his beloved Egle, who grazed goats together on the picturesque banks of the Alpheus River. It seemed that nothing could overshadow their happiness, but once Likas was forced to say goodbye to his bride, she, being in terrible agitation and ignorance of their future fate, could not hold back her tears. The tears that fell to the ground from her eyes turned into small flowers of heavenly blueness. Lykas tore them off and took them with him to preserve the memory of his beloved. Another legend tells that the goddess Flora, giving names to various plants, ignored a modest blue flower, already leaving, she heard this flower quietly say: "Do not forget about me!" Flora saw and named forget-me-not, giving the ability to evoke people's memories. According to another version, a flower that was forgotten to be named came to God and asked for a name. And God answered: "I will not forget you, do not forget me either. From now on, your name will be forget-me-not." They say that many years ago a couple in love went for a walk along the river. Suddenly the girl saw a lovely blue flower on the edge of the steep bank. The young man climbed down to pluck it, but could not resist and fell into the river. A strong current picked up the young man, as soon as he managed to shout to his beloved: “Do not forget me!”, As the water covered him with his head. These are just some of the many legends about how a delicate blue flower with a yellow eye in the middle received such a remarkable name. Forget-me-not is also considered a magical herb: a wreath of forget-me-nots, worn around the neck of a loved one or laid on his left chest, where his heart beats, bewitches him and holds him tighter than any chains. According to a popular belief in Germany, forget-me-nots grow on the graves of unbaptized children, as if reproaching their parents for forgetting to perform this rite. In Germany, they used to believe that forget-me-nots help to discover treasures. Forget-me-not is generally loved by everyone, and in many parts of Germany in public schools there is a custom in the spring of the whole school to go to the forest for forget-me-nots. Usually on this day, classes at schools continue only until noon, and then all the children, with noise and songs, go under the guidance of a teacher to the nearest forest, in which forget-me-nots grow especially abundantly. Arriving there, every boy and girl tries to collect as many of these flowers as possible and decorate their hair, hats and clothes with them. The whole day is spent in singing and games, and in the evening, at sunset, the whole school solemnly returns home. Each schoolchild proudly carries the bouquet he has collected, which is immediately placed in a vessel with water and serves for a long time as an object of admiration and memories of a fun spring walk. The same walks are often arranged by adults. Entire families take part in them: both old and young - in a word, the whole house. And these walks are not an accidental phenomenon, but are made from year to year from time immemorial. Collected and dried forget-me-nots are carefully stored until the next walk. They collect as many flowers as possible, make bouquets of them, make wreaths and garlands and decorate themselves and children with them. They drink coffee, eat pies, and the whole company is so merry that the memory of the walk remains a joyful memory for the whole year. Everything heavy and unpleasant is forgotten, and everyone rejoices from the heart. And forget-me-not only in Germany enjoys such popular love, they love it, they are fond of it in other countries. In the environs of Luxembourg, there is a small, extremely fast and glass-clear river, bearing the poetic name Bathing Beauties, or Fairy Oak Falls. The last name is given to it because the key that gives it a start flows out with a murmur from the roots of an old oak tree dating back many hundreds of years. The banks of this romantic river from July to August are covered with countless lovely large bright blue forget-me-nots, the number of which is even more multiplied by their reflection in its crystal waters. Girls from the city gather to this charming place during their free hours, on vacation days, and, adorned with wreaths of forget-me-nots, bathe, splash and whirl with singing, like some kind of nymphs, and thus arrange a festival in honor of the enchanted oak. In England, they gave a wreath of forget-me-nots to the Spring Queen, who was chosen from the most beautiful girls, and the forget-me-nots that grew up in the cemetery were regarded as a message from dead ancestors with their reminders of themselves. Author: Martyanova L.M.
Forget-me-not. Botanical description, plant history, legends and folk traditions, cultivation and use
Charming, with pale blue, like turquoise, petals and a bright yellow, as if made of gold, middle, forget-me-not is one of the best decorations of our spring flora. Especially large and bright are the so-called marsh forget-me-nots, growing in damp meadows and along the banks of ditches. A bouquet of such wonderful forget-me-nots is remarkably beautiful, and if you untie it and arrange it in the form of a wreath on a deep plate with water, then the charm of the flowers will increase even more. In this form, forget-me-nots are very durable: if you change the water in a plate, they can remain completely fresh and luxuriously blooming for weeks. This lovely flower got its strange scientific name "Myosotis", meaning "mouse ear" in translation into Russian, for its leaves covered with hairs, which, unfolding from the kidney, do at first have some resemblance to the ear of a mouse. A very poetic ancient Greek legend has developed about the appearance of forget-me-not. "Likas and Egle were the most beautiful couple of all the shepherds and shepherdesses of Arcadia, and their love and loyalty on the banks of the Alfea River even became a proverb. But then one day Likas receives a strict order from his father to immediately return home and enter into the inheritance left to him by his dead uncle . Then a fear arises in poor Egle: lest Lykas, having become rich, betray her and, carried away by some city beauty (the old shepherds who were there told so much about their ability to fall in love with themselves), he would leave her. But she does not dare to open her fear and warn him, because she is afraid to offend her with her distrust, and meanwhile her heart is torn from grief ... There comes a moment of separation. Likas firmly shakes Egle's hand and hugs her tenderly. Agitated to the depths of her soul, Egle cannot refrain from tears, and several large drops from her wonderful light blue eyes roll onto the grass lying at her feet ... And - lo and behold! Each of these tears turns into a flower as blue as the eyes. These were the first forget-me-nots. Egle gradually rips them off and silently passes them on to his lover, but their meaning is clear to Likas, and he calls them "do not forget me." So one German legend reports that the forget-me-not arose from the tears of the bride shed when parting with the groom. Seeing how this plant grew and blossomed, they called it "forget-me-not" and made a promise to themselves wherever they met it to pluck and keep as a memory of their mutual love. About the effect of this flower on the hearts of lovers, Goethe says: "When she picks a blue flower and says:" Do not forget me, "I feel it in the distance. And if my heart breaks, then I just say:" Do not forget me, "- And then, as it were, I come to life again. Another legend, according to one version, says that the Lord himself called this plant "forget-me-not", since it forgot its first name given to it during creation. A German poem says this: “When the Lord once created flowers, and all of them, following his call, gathered in their colorful robes and asked, bowing low, what their names would be, the Lord gave each of them his name and ordered him to remember it well. But before the Lord had time to say this, one of the little flowers returned and, with tears in his eyes, exclaimed: "Lord, in such a large gathering I have forgotten my name." Then, looking at him, the Lord kindly said: "Don't forget me!" According to another version, the following is reported: “When the Lord created the world and gave a name to all creations, he accidentally forgot to name one small flower that grew on the banks of the stream. Then the forgotten flower approached the throne of the Almighty and asked him not to be forgotten in His love and also to give him to which the loving Lord answered: “I will not forget you, do not forget me. From now on, let your name be "forget-me-not." And now, when two hearts that love each other part, they give each other a forget-me-not in parting. An Austrian legend says: “Many years ago, the bride and groom went for a walk along the banks of the Danube. Suddenly, a young girl saw on the edge of a steep bank a lovely flower unknown to her until that time and expressed a desire to get it. The young man immediately bent down and picked the flower, but while he He was getting up, his foot somehow slipped, and he fell off and fell into the river.The place turned out to be deep, but there was no help. In vain, the unfortunate girl was exhausted, calling for help, and the young man struggled with the current, trying to stay on the water - no one responded. Emerging from the water again, he only had time to shout to his beloved: "Don't forget me!" - and went to the bottom. When his body was found a few days later, the unfortunate plant was in convulsively clenched fingers. The young girl, having bitterly mourned, buried her fiancé and planted this plant on his grave, which has since received the name, made up of the last words of the young man who died untimely in the waves. "This story served as the theme for the famous poem by the German poet von Platen. Finally, in one old German legend, the following is said about the name of this flower: “Once upon a time there lived a boy and a girl in the same forest. They lived in solitude in its very wilderness, played constantly together and fell deeply in love. When they grew up, the boy, now a youth, decided to go and see the world. With sadness, the girl accompanied her childhood friend through a high beech forest, past the sadly drooping head of a violet, past a cheerful hawthorn flower to its very edge. There they suddenly saw a dark blue, similar to large blue eyes, flower, and in grief, separation, each of them picked a flower and passed it on to each other as a keepsake, urging them to remember each other and pick it every time they meet them, in a sign that we have not forgotten each other. As promised, they delivered. Years passed, many years. He still did not return, and she, having grown old, had already turned into a gray-haired grandmother. Spring came, and she again set out through the high beech forest, past the sad violet and the merry hawthorn, to the edge of the forest, and suddenly, quite unexpectedly, met some old man there, as gray-haired as she was. They were strangers to each other; but on the edge grew a blue flower. Both of them bent down to pluck it, their old hands met, and both old men, bursting into tears, recognized each other, learned that, despite so many years that had passed, they remained faithful to each other and did not forget this promise. Since then, our little blue flower has received, as they say, its name.
Such is a whole series of legends about the origin of the name of this lovely flower, but most likely it got its name from its wonderful blue color, reminiscent of the color of the endless vault of heaven, among which the mystical mind of the believer always tried to find the place of the future dwelling place of his immortal soul: we must not forget that the thought of immortality is eternally alive in a person - as the fulfillment of the greatest promise that was put into his heart by the Creator. He waits for the fulfillment of this promise and never forgets about it. This, it seems to me, best of all explains even the interesting circumstance that the flower has one common name among all Christian peoples - "forget-me-not". Remarkably poetic is another legend about forget-me-not - Persian, which tells how one morning an angel sat crying at the gates of paradise, from where he was expelled because he fell in love with the daughter of the earth. He saw this girl for the first time on the river bank, when she cleaned her wonderful hair with forget-me-nots, fell in love with her and could no longer part with her. And now, as a punishment for giving her his heart, he was removed from paradise until this daughter of the earth planted forget-me-nots in all corners of the world. The task was not easy, but, imbued with strong love, the girl agreed to fulfill it. For many years, in all weathers, in all climates, day and night, she wandered around the globe, planting this lovely flower. When the task was completed, both appeared again before the gates of paradise, and the gates did not close before them: she, although mortal, was accepted without death. “Because,” said the guardian of the heavenly abode, “her love was higher than the desire to live, and besides, the one to whom she gave herself with all her soul was an angel, and love for heaven preserves from earthly corruption. So be it,” he added, “ she will taste heavenly sweets, the greatest of which is self-sacrificing love." In German folk beliefs, forget-me-not also plays a role attributed to many other flowers: it finds treasures. When a child, a servant or a knight happens to find him on the road, then they just have to go to the nearest rock and touch it with the found flower, as it instantly opens up, and a wonderful cave appears before their astonished gaze, all strewn with gold, precious stones and various other treasures. From there, a mysterious voice says that all this can be taken - this is the property of the owner of the flower, but you must not forget to only take the best, and this is the plucked forget-me-not. But a man greedy for gold usually tries only to fill his pockets with gold and jewels as much as possible, and, intoxicated by unexpected wealth, goes out, losing sight of the warning given to him. "Look, do not forget the best," repeats the mysterious voice at the moment of his exit from the cave. And then only he remembers the mistake he made and, clutching his head, hurries back to the cave. But it's too late: the rock closes, and there is no trace left of the entrance to the cave. Meanwhile, the consequences of this disobedience, inattention to the words of the mysterious voice do not slow down to be revealed: instead of gold, rubbish is pouring out of pockets, and pebbles are falling instead of precious stones ... In Styria, there is still a superstitious custom to speak with the help of a forget-me-not spiritual grief. If for some reason it is impossible for a young man in love to marry his beloved girl, and yet this love is so strong that he is unable to endure it, then forget-me-not can help this grief. It only takes him in the evening, at sunset, on the day of St. John the Baptist, to take the lock of his beloved girl, the dried flower she gave (mostly, forget-me-not, of course) or in general some thing she gave as a keepsake and, tearing the earth with a nail from the coffin, bury it there this thing, saying: "Love, I hold you and bury you. Get out of my heart along with loyalty and grief." Usually love buried in this way, this almanac says further, passes quickly and leaves the heart in peace. Often, however, in the forest at the place where she was buried, forget-me-not grows. Then it's a bad omen. This means that love was badly buried. According to a popular belief in southern Germany, forget-me-nots also grow on the graves of unbaptized children, as if reminding or, better, reproaching parents for forgetting to perform this rite, necessary for every person. It is also said that flowers also appeared on the grave mounds under which the soldiers killed in the battle of Lützen during the Thirty Years' War were buried, and that here, too, these flowers asked the survivors not to forget to pray for the buried. Then the forget-me-not is also considered in many parts of Germany a magical flower, with which you can find out the name of the betrothed or betrothed. To do this, you just need not to look for a forget-me-not, but to use it by chance on the road. Such a forget-me-not is placed on a naked body under the arm and, without saying a word, they go home. And now the name of the first man or woman who came across at that time on the road or crossroads will be the name of the betrothed or betrothed. In the Middle Ages, forget-me-not was also given some religious significance. Its name was to serve as a constant reminder of God. This idea especially often received its symbolic expression on wood carvings depicting a celestial eye surrounded by a wreath of forget-me-nots with the inscription: "Remember me." In general, in this small dark blue flower, apparently, lies that attractive force that no person prone to sentimentalism is able to get rid of. This is a flower of longing, an example of true love between husband and wife, and therefore in an old song it is sung: "Here is a blue flower, his name is forget-me-not. Put this flower to your heart and think of me. If he dies, then hope will die, and we are so full of love that, believe me, she will never die in me." As a result of all this, the forget-me-not is generally very fond of the German people, and in many places in Germany in public schools there is a custom to go in the spring with the whole school to the forest for forget-me-nots. Usually on this day, classes at schools continue only until noon, and then all the children, with noise and songs, go under the guidance of a teacher to the nearest forest, in which forget-me-nots grow especially abundantly. Arriving there, every boy and every girl tries to pick up as many bouquets of these flowers as possible and decorate their hair, hats and clothes with them. The whole day is spent in singing and games, and in the evening, at sunset, the whole school solemnly returns home. Each student proudly carries the bouquet he has collected, which is immediately placed in a vessel with water and serves for a long time as an object of admiration and memories of a fun spring walk. The same parties are often arranged by adults. Entire families take part in them: both old and young, both master and servant - in a word, the whole house. And these walks are not an accidental phenomenon, but are made from year to year from time immemorial. Collected and dried forget-me-nots are carefully stored from walk to walk. They collect as many flowers as possible, make bouquets of them, make wreaths and garlands and decorate themselves and children with them. They drink coffee, eat pies, and the whole company is so merry that the memory of the walk remains a joyful memory for the whole year. At these walks, everything heavy and unpleasant is forgotten, and everyone has fun from the heart. But it is especially joyful that there are no longer any owners or servants. On this day, everyone is equal, all brothers. And forget-me-not only in Germany enjoys such popular love, they love it, they are fond of it in other countries. So, in the vicinity of Luxembourg there is a small, extremely fast and glass-clear river, which bears the poetic name Bathing Beauties, or Magic Oak Falls. The last name is given to it because the key that gives it a start flows out with a murmur from the roots of an old oak tree dating back many hundreds of years. The banks of this romantic river from July to August are covered with countless lovely large bright blue forget-me-nots, the number of which is even more multiplied by their reflection in its crystal waters. In this charming place, girls from the city gather during their free hours, on vacation days, and, adorned with wreaths of forget-me-nots, bathe, splash and whirl with singing, like some kind of nymphs, and thus arrange a festival in honor of the naiads of the enchanted oak .. . Forget-me-not is also loved in England - here a popular festival is associated with it, known as the festivities of the "May Queen". This festival, as you know, dates back to ancient times, when humanity, younger, more poetic than today, with joy and jubilation annually met the flowering of nature after a hard winter and arranged a holiday in honor of the return of spring. The day of such a festival was chosen on May 1st, when all nature most often already dressed in its charming spring dress. In ancient Rome, young people on the eve of this day from midnight left the city, into the fields and forests, and, cutting branches there, weaved wreaths and bouquets from them and brought them to the city in order to clean the doors of houses and the buildings themselves by morning - in a word in order to please the city with that desired spring, which so far only reigned in the fields and forests. All day there were dances and fun reigned around a large tree planted in honor of the goddess of flowers - Flora. This festival did not lose its significance in the Middle Ages, but it took on a slightly different character. They decorated the churches with tree branches and offered thanksgiving prayers to the Creator for allowing us to see again the joyful days of the renewal of nature. In England, this festival, which passed along with the introduction of Christianity, began to celebrate especially solemnly in the reign of Henry VIII, when annually on May 1, the king and queen themselves, with their entire court, including even the cardinal, left the city palaces and went out of town for the first spring flowers. Around the same time, it became a custom to plant a maypole in villages and even cities in front of the house of the most beautiful of the local girls and proclaim her the queen of this spring - "the queen of May." Over time, this festival became so popular that becoming the "May Queen" was the cherished dream of every beautiful girl. However, with the penetration of the spirit of commercialism and profit into the English masses, this charming old custom began to be introduced and, perhaps, would have disappeared altogether in our time, if the famous English thinker John Ruskin had not thought of reviving it and supporting it in schools. Thanks to his efforts, the May Queen's holiday is now celebrated in almost all girls' schools in England and Ireland. This celebration takes place with some variants, but a common feature is the election of the "May Queen", and, moreover, not so much for her outstanding beauty, as it was before, but for success in the sciences, and most importantly - for the general love for her.
Let's take as an example how this day is celebrated at Whiteland College - a school for girls preparing for teaching. Already from early morning the school church, its courtyard and all the rooms were decorated with flowers sent from different parts of England by the former pupils of the school. And when everything is ready, the disciples, singing: "everything around us flaunts and has fun," enter the church in a solemn procession. The queen has already been chosen by them, but her name is still kept secret. During the singing, last year's queen appears. Today is the last day of her reign. She is in a wreath of flowers, in clothes and with a cross, established for this festival. She is warmly greeted by her friends. Standing in two rows and holding garlands of flowers in their hands, they let her pass under this flower vault to the place intended for her. A few more minutes, a few more chords - and as soon as this procession stops and the last word of the anthem is sung, her reign, which lasted a whole year, will come to an end. Then the queen, turning to her loyal subjects with a speech, thanks them and praises their outstanding qualities, and one of her closest friends removes the withered royal crown-wreath from her and replaces it with a wreath of forget-me-nots. In her hands he gives her a bouquet of forget-me-nots. May she not forget the year of her reign, may the memory that she bore the high title of queen for her virtue, for the universal love of her school friends for her, remain eternal for her. At the end of this ceremony, the end of the former reign is announced and the name of the new chosen one is proclaimed. The new queen, with everyone. rejoicing, solemnly enters the throne, and her friends pass in front of her, greeting, and receive awards from her hands - beautifully bound works by D. Ruskin. Awards are not given on a competitive basis, but are distributed by the queen with sovereignty. The queen gives one because she has always remained faithful to her friends, the other - because she knows music well, the third - for her cheerful disposition and pleasant character. Accepting gifts, friends kiss the hand of their queen. This is followed by mass, and at the end a merry feast is arranged, which lasts until the evening and in which the first place belongs to the queen. But much earlier than the establishment of all these festivities of the "May Queen", forget-me-not already had its significance in England. It is said that back in 1405, Henry Lancaster chose this flower as his emblem and, being in exile, placed it in the chain of the Order of the Garter with the words "do not forget me." Thus, as the rose is the historic flower for the House of York, the lily for the Stuarts and Bourbons, the violet for the Napoleons, so the forget-me-not is the heraldic flower for the Lancasters. According to other sources, the first symbol of the meaning of forget-me-not used in England was one of the Plantagenets, who, being in love with the wife of the Duke of Brittany, exchanged this flower with her as a sign of their mutual love. According to another source, for the first time in England, Lord Skels, brother of Elizabeth Woodville, wife of Henry IV, introduced the forget-me-not as an emblem of remembrance. After winning a tournament over a Burgundian knight, the ladies of the court presented him, as if from all England, with a gold chain adorned with blue enamel forget-me-nots, as a memory of the courage shown by him in this competition. Finally, let us also say that in England, as in some other countries, the mass appearance of forget-me-nots at burial sites is sometimes considered by the people as a reminder sent from the other world by the dead. Miss Pratt, in her article on the Battle of Waterloo, says that the year after that battle, forget-me-nots covered the entire battlefield, especially where English blood had been shed. These flowers, she says, seem to want to say: "Do not forget your faithful sons and brothers who laid down their heads for you!" Much has been written about the forget-me-not in England, and there is almost no first-class poet who has not dedicated a beautiful poem to it. Forget-me-not plays a no lesser role as a flower of remembrance in France. And here they give and keep it as a keepsake, and here they send it as a sign that they remember those to whom they give it. The famous French writer Hector Malo, recounting his memories of the Crimean campaign, where he was a volunteer, tells the following interesting case. It was just on the day of the battle of Alma and Inkerman. Going on the attack on the terrible enemy fortifications and thinking that today, perhaps, the day of his death, he remembered that it was also his wife's name day and thought how happy he would be if he could congratulate her. Suddenly, at his feet in the damp moat, along which the soldiers were moving, he sees a whole strip of lovely forget-me-nots in full bloom. Forgetting about the danger that threatens him every minute, he bends down and begins to tear them. At this time, a terrible whistle and hiss are heard above his head, and, like a gust of wind, showers him with clods of dirt. He rises and sees all his comrades killed or terribly mutilated. It was a volley of buckshot fired at them from Russian batteries. If he had not stooped for the forget-me-nots, which he thought to send as a memory to his wife, and he, like his comrades, would not have been alive ... Many poems are dedicated to the forget-me-not in France, but the poet Alma Martin expresses it especially nicely in his Letters to Sophia: "These flowers bloom as if to express love. Their whole speech is one word, but a word full of charms. In the hands of lovers, they also say: love me and do not forget!" In conclusion, forget-me-not juice is said to have the original property of helping to harden steel. To do this, a red-hot steel blade or, in general, any steel tool should be dipped several times in this juice and kept in it until it cools down. The steel thus hardened is so hard that it cuts iron and a whetstone. In this way, as they say, they prepared steel for the famous Toledo and Damascus blades. In Holland, a syrup is made from this juice, which is used as an excellent remedy for consumptive cough. Author: Zolotnitsky N.
Forget-me-not. Botanical description, plant history, legends and folk traditions, cultivation and use
One day, the goddess of flowers Flora descended to earth and began to bestow names on flowers. She gave a name to all the flowers, did not offend anyone and wanted to leave, but suddenly she heard a weak voice behind her back: Do not forget me, Flora! Give me a name too! Flora looked around - no one was in sight. She wanted to leave again, but the voice repeated: - Do not forget me, Flora! Give me a name please! And then only Flora noticed a small blue flower in the forbs. - Well, - said the goddess, - be a forget-me-not. Together with the name, I endow you with wonderful power - you will return the memory to those people who begin to forget their loved ones or their homeland. One day the traveler came to the country of latafagi who eat lotuses. Having tasted food from the leaves of the plant, he forgot about his mother, forgot about his homeland and was seduced by the beauties of a foreign land. His mother waited for a long time and, in despair, asked a passerby harpman to bring a bouquet of forget-me-nots to her son. Guslar agreed. He came to an eastern country and saw a traveler immersed in luxury and wealth. He sat on Persian rugs. A beautiful black-eyed girl sang sweet songs to him, angry dogs roared at the young man’s feet, ready to fulfill the owner’s order at any moment, and formidable guards at the door and behind the nobles took care of his well-being. The harper cleared his throat and asked permission to sing a road song. The black-eyed woman protested, the guards frowned, the dogs growled at the harpman, baring their sharp fangs. But the young man raised his hand in agreement, and the harper began to sing. He sang a lullaby like a mother used to sing at her son's head... He sang so that meadows and rivers, forests and spring paths opened before the young man. He remembered the land that gave birth to him, he only did not know in which direction the land he had left was located. With tears in his eyes, the young man begged the harpman to indicate the path to his homeland, and instead of answering, the harpman handed him a bouquet of forget-me-nots, the flowers of which were blue, like his mother’s eyes, and they smelled of meadows and forests of his native land. . But no matter how he hurried, no matter how he hurried, he found his mother already dying. And when her pale, withered hands fell on the shoulders of her returned son, her mother opened her blue eyes and forgave her sins for returning to her father's house. Although the forget-me-not is small, it has been revered for centuries. In many countries, holidays were held in her honor. In Germany, on "forget-me-not day," schoolchildren worked part-time to go into the forest, sing songs, play, and then return home with bouquets of forget-me-nots. In England, the day of the "May Queen" was celebrated, which proclaimed the most beautiful girl. In the villages, under the windows of such a beauty, a May tree was planted, and every girl dreamed of becoming the "Queen of May". In France, forget-me-nots were given as a keepsake and kept as a relic. In the Netherlands, forget-me-not juice was used to prepare cough syrup. And the ancient blacksmiths tempered Toledo and Damascus blades in its juice, which were not inferior in strength to any other steel and at the same time were light and flexible. According to the Baltic legend, forget-me-nots sprouted from the tears of Elge, the bride of the shepherdess Likas, when she was separated from her beloved, and since then they have been a symbol of memory, friendship and eternal love. Author: Krasikov S.
Forget-me-not, Myosotis. Recipes for use in traditional medicine and cosmetology
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Forget-me-not, Myosotis. Tips for growing, harvesting and storing
Forget-me-not (Myosotis) is a genus of flowering plants with about 50 species. They are known for their beautiful blue, pink or white flowers that look like the forgotten daffodils. Forget-me-nots can grow up to 30 cm tall and bloom throughout the summer. Cultivation:
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