Have you ever bought a wrong plant? Yes, a wrong plant. I mean the plant itself was not wrong, it was a fine plant, but it was not what you intended to acquire? Well, maybe you haven't. I have. We were at the Northwest Flower and Garden Show when I saw a stand with bulbs and told myself that I was not going to do any spontaneous purchases. I looked at the open boxes. Each box had, as you could guess, bulbs and a colorful picture of its blooms. At one moment, I stopped, sharply changed directions and went straight to one box, grabbed several bulbs, paid for them and continued walking. I bought a beautiful allium.
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I thought so. It was supposed to be tall with a huge textured bloom ! To make a long story short, when the blooming happened, I saw something not even slightly resembling my dream allium. It was this:
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Blue scilla peruviana (Cuban Lily). Blooms in May.
50-75 degrees F (10-24 C), high humidity, full sun.
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I made a mistake. I grabbed the wrong bulbs.
'It's not a big deal to buy a wrong plant' I said to myself. It's not like you got the wrong wife, let's say, or the wrong husband. It's not what happened with two young people from Alexander Pushkin's novel 'Snowstorm'. Did you read it? You didn't, I knew it. It's OK. Oh, someone said 'Yes'. There are several teachers among our fellow garden bloggers, who probably read it. But, if you didn't read it, don't feel bad. Here it is, very briefly.
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Picture yourself: Russian countryside in the 19th century. Winter. Snowstorm. Night. Little village's church. It's dark, just several candles light the place. The 17 year girl waiting for her passion, an officer. Young people decided to get married secretly, knowing that the girl's parents wouldn't approve of their union.
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V.Milashevski 1971
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Priest, witnesses and the bride are waiting. And waiting... And waiting... The snowstorm is not getting calmer. The bride is about to faint. Suddenly, the door opens and a young officer appears. He is led to the altar, the priest says the appropriate words, and when he tells them to kiss each other, the bride turns her face, sees a stranger and this time, she actually faints.
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V.Milashevski 1971
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Priest, witnesses and the bride are waiting. And waiting... And waiting... The snowstorm is not getting calmer. The bride is about to faint. Suddenly, the door opens and a young officer appears. He is led to the altar, the priest says the appropriate words, and when he tells them to kiss each other, the bride turns her face, sees a stranger and this time, she actually faints.
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V.Surikov
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The officer turns away and leaves the church.
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He was not a bad guy. He got lost in the storm, was exhausted and probably thought that he was dreaming. And, what would you do if you were lost, tired, and suddenly people put you aside a beautiful girl?
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Snowstorm. A.Venetsian 1947
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... Four years passed. The young woman never got married, while carrying an awful secret. The young man, who married her unintentionally, returns from the war against Napoleon after being promoted to general. He is handsome, but unhappy. Neither one of them can marry, since they are married already, although they don't know to whom. You don't believe? Are you saying it couldn't happen? Are you saying they should marry since nobody in the world knows about an accidental marriage in a church? Wait, remember what time it was - 19th century. People held their words. People had such a thing as honor. Do you know that it was customary for Russian officers to shoot themselves if they couldn't pay their card debt (not credit card, but playing cards)? To kill yourself was more honorable than to have a gambling debt. Now, you understand. No? Well, at least, you get the idea - people were different. OK, let's continue. Just a bit of this story is left, and we'll return to our bulbs. So, the young heroine and the general met (at last) and fell in love, without knowing that they got married four years ago. They get together to reveal their awful secrets and tell that they never can marry each other, since they already have spouses, although unknown to them. He tells his story first.
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'It was you?' - exclaims the beautiful Maria. 'And you don't recognize me?' They look at each other, he falls on his knees in front of her...
Happy ending.
Do you follow my logic? To buy a wrong plant is not as bad as marrying the wrong person. This is what I told myself looking at the absolute stranger, which had nothing in common with my dream allium. It was not tall, it didn't have a huge globe-shaped bloom but nevertheless, it was as blue as I wanted. Sorry for this story which is seemingly unrelated to gardening. I wrote in my earlier posts that very often plants or garden events remind me about stories, my own stories or famous writers' stories. By the way, there is beautiful music, waltz 'Snowstorm' by famous Russian composer Georgy Sviridov written for the movie 'Snowstorm'. I don't usually place music on my blog. But, since winter is coming, as many garden bloggers have written already, and it's time to buy bulbs, why don't we pamper ourselves? I promise, you won't regret it! Make it loud. Prepare kleenex as you might cry. Think about two young people, the tragic, cold and windy stormy night of long ago, and about your garden saying Good-bye to summer.
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What is the moral of this post? If you get the wrong plant, don't be upset. At least, you got the right husband (wife). ...hopefully...
P.S. I hear someone asking what happened with the real groom and why didn't he make it to the church? He also got lost in the storm.
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When, at dawn, he at last found the church, nobody was there. He was ashamed, depressed and believed that he would never be forgiven. So, he went off to war and got killed.
Sad. Now you are crying... Don't cry. Go get some bulbs, but just make sure that you get the right ones.
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Illustrations for the novel were taken from gallerynicole.ya.ru
Copyright 210 TatyanaS












