Cotton

Shrub roses are unique plants. Each of them has its own height of the stem, the color of the bud, the shape of the petals and leaves. But their uniqueness is manifested not only in external signs, but also in an unusual aroma. The fragrant, sweet and alluring smell is considered pure, true pink because of its lightness.

The fragrant trail of these plants seemed to stretch near the house even before the birth of Sylvia. It enveloped and crept through the pine logs, intertwined with a light menthol shade, not too woody, rather slightly resinous-bitter. This could perfectly describe a small house that had been firmly in its place for many years. Because of this, vines with bright and large buds began to cover not only the back of the walls, but also the front, gently hanging from the roof at the very top of the door, moving to the space between the small windows and enveloping them around.

The atmosphere inside the house has not changed even with the appearance of a tiny girl. All the same favorable and easy, even despite the frisky baby. It was for this reason that she found friends quickly. She liked new acquaintances and new people, they seemed to saturate her with a new portion of positive emotions. This is exactly how Sylvia saw her world: in boundless acquaintances, in new and unexplored places that attracted the eye, about which only lines were written on the lips and at dawn, each time looking in a special way unfamiliar.

One day, among all the constantly changing human faces in Sylvia's life, a man appeared who was able to bind her to himself. A young man a little older than the girl, who could be described as a man who constantly clung to Sylvia, as if taking care of her was his primary duty from their first meeting. It was in this boundless love that a lamb was born with a copy of the mother's eyes, like the morning dawn, with the sun not yet fully risen from the immeasurable expanses of the mountainous terrain.

The events of Sylvia's life changed rapidly in one year, when the connection with an already former young man disappeared forever like a sharp click returning to reality. The parents made a choice for themselves: to send their daughter to an aunt who lives a whole day's drive from the village. Sylvia had to stay with her for about a year. The girl returned abruptly to her parents, without any news, which greatly frightened them, at the first meeting, after such a long time.

Days were replaced by months, and they, in turn, for years. Sylvia devoted herself completely to the family business and even took up a new hobby for a while.

To this day, everything went on as usual, the past remained in the past for her, and the present was what she began to cling to.