Ruslana loved walking along the river. Especially in early summer when the lawn was full of wildflowers, in the morning when the dew washed the feet and the air had a fresh smell - and no fuss around, just this beautiful sunrise…
Isn’t it wonderful?
Once she picked up one flower, then the next one and still the next one, Ruslana started to weave a wreath thinking about something personal… Yet, in ancient times, the wreath was the most favorite outfit of every Ukrainian lady. This extraordinary piece of art was a sort of a book of the lady’s soul, and through it, everyone could learn what she had in her heart...
The flowers of the wreath were a special symbolic language in which people would express their feelings, attitudes, life events, hopes and aspirations. ”What would I weave into my wreath?!“, uttered Ruslana out loud.
I’d probably weave into my wreath a lovage as a sign of my loyalty. I’d add the twigs of blossoming cherry and apple trees that symbolize my faithfulness, a bit of hop as I’m a sly fox, and a couple of twigs of viburnum that symbolize my beauty and health.
With all this in mind, Ruslana didn’t notice how she’d finished weaving her wreath. ”Yeah, at a first glance it may look very ordinary, but if you look closer, you’ll see in it the main flower that’s supposed to be in the wreath of a single lady – a chamomile as a symbol of girl’s purity…“ – uttered Ruslana as she put on the wreath and rushed towards the dawn.
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