A fairy tale about a blooming Sally

Lived in the mountains a very beautiful girl. Her beauty was admired by guys from all around. They brought her gifts, sang sincere songs to her. But she only laughed at them.
Unfortunately, the son of a poor widow fell in love with her.
Once in the valley I heard a sonorous girlish voice. The young man made his way through the thicket and saw in the blooming glade an unearthly beauty - so it seemed to him at once.
–Glory to Jesus Christ, girl!
–Glory forever!
–Why are you tearing flowers and throwing them away?So God's beauty ...
– I do what I want. And what do you want?
–God created every plant to make people happy with their color.
–I want to weave a wreath, and they wither so quickly.
The girl thought for a moment, and then grabbed his hand.
–Well, bring me a wreath that does not fade.
The shepherd lost his peace and sleep.
He met the old woman, who was carrying a bundle of firewood. The young man greeted her, helped her to move the firewood through the stream.
–Well, stand straight and look into my eyes.
She went around him, feeling every line on his face.
–I already know! I know! The girl dried you!
–Your truth, so we fell to my heart, that I can not forget ...
–Well, go get married, but do not worry.
–I can't.
–Why?
–Because she is a rich woman and she has made such a wish for me ...
–And what?
–That I bring her a wreath that does not wilt. And where to find such a flower?
–And it's so simple! The fact that she wants you to bring a wedding wreath.
–Oh thank you! God give you health. How well you advised!
Cheerful fellow asked the shepherds where the rich man lives, that he has three brothers, and on Sunday bought the best wreath at the market, which was, and went to the village with mountains.
A girl came out.
–Well, brought it? Where?
He pulled carefully out of his bosom wreath,
–Laughing at me? Paper is the very beauty?! She frowned and threw a wreath at the dogs.
The guy was dumbfounded: he left the dogs all his summer earnings.
–You are very beautiful, but you have kindness on your fingernail. Like a snake!
He cried out in regret and went out of the yard.

And at night the whole village flashed a terrible fire.
In spring, all the fire was overgrown with high nettles. And around the rock rose pink blooming Sally.