What do you think this fairy tale is about? A fairy tale about a dahlia Once upon a time there lived in one house a dahlia in a large beautiful pot that stood on the windowsill, and the housewife always looked after it very carefully. She exposed it to the sun, protected it from frost, watered it on time, fertilized it, and always admired the beauty of her flowers. And the flowers were white-yellow-red. More precisely, the dahlia itself was white, and some of its petals were skillfully decorated by nature with yellow and pink flowers. And everything would be fine, but something was missing. It was boring and uninteresting for the dahlia to stand alone on the windowsill all day long... The forest violets, which stood next to her for some time, told the dahlia about how wonderful it was to live in the wild, to grow in the ground, surrounded by grass, other flowers, bumblebees and butterflies, and Since then, Dahlia dreamed of being in this beautiful and wonderful place, in freedom. Yes, she, of course, was grateful to her mistress, she was pleased with her care, but... for some time now the will attracted her more than the window sill. And so, one day the mistress’s daughter came to visit, and her name was Lika . What happened and how, but the owner decided to give a dahlia to her daughter for her birthday. Georgina did not know where they were taking him, but she felt that changes were coming in her life, and her premonition did not deceive her. Lika loved to grow flowers in the garden, she had beautiful, wonderful flower beds, and she decided to transplant the dahlia into one of them. The dahlia was scared, unusual, especially when Lika got to its roots, took it out of the pot along with them and took it somewhere -That. But when she saw where Lika brought it, saw how many flowers lived in her garden, the dahlia came to life. Lika planted her next to a beautiful burgundy flower, which somehow reminded the dahlia of herself. Yes, there were other flowers around, but this flower attracted the dahlia's attention the most. “Hello,” the burgundy flower greeted. “Hello,” Dahlia answered timidly. - Who are you? “What’s your name?” asked the burgundy flower. - My name is Dahlia. - What, are you a dahlia?! This is great! Just great! - Why? – Dahlia was surprised. - Because you and I are from the same family. And my name is Dahlia. And I will be happy if you agree to be friends with me! “With great pleasure,” said the dahlia. She, of course, was a little surprised, but in her heart she was very happy about this acquaintance. Gradually, the dahlia became acquainted with all the flowers in the flowerbed, and enjoyed communicating with them, and they with her, but she paid special attention to friendship with the dahlia. She really liked his masculinity and courage, she liked that he could cope with any problem and was not afraid to make decisions. I liked that you could talk to him on any topic, and if you wanted, you could remain silent with him. They rejoiced together and admired the butterflies, generously gave the bumblebees nectar, helped other flowers if they asked for help, joked, laughed, stroked each other with leaves, touched each other, hugged... Yes, of course, life in the flowerbed was not so simple, like at home in a pot on the windowsill: either it’s raining, or the sun is too hot, they’ll forget to water, or something else... But the dahlia and dahlia always supported and encouraged each other, and all the troubles were gradually resolved or “disappeared” by themselves . They lived, prospered, and made good. This is where the fairy tale ends, and whoever listened, well done. What do you think this fairy tale is about? You can leave your answers (thoughts, reasoning, questions) in the “Messages” section"