Alphabet colors or Floral Kingdom/Gladiolus/Азбука цветов или Цветочное царство/Гладиолус

Greetings to you, my dear readers!

I bring to your attention a continuation of the travels in the land of flowers, where our friends make up his "Alphabet of colors" for toddlers.

The beginning of this story, read: 1, 2, 3.

Are you ready? Then begin!

The next morning Mary decided to ride on the Breeze. He stagnated, bored, while she was sick, and because, too, rejoiced in the opportunity to frolic in the wild as a young foal.

With joy he rushed for a gust of fresh breeze and at high speed jumped to the edge of the forest. Masha, too, did not hide their emotions, shouting encouraging his trusty steed.

Soon, tired but satisfied, they stopped. The girl almost slipped from the back of the horse and only then noticed Eugene with admiration staring at her.

• Want to ride? she asked her friend.

But the horror shook his head and began to brush off with your hands, all kind of showing this restless girl that he was against the proposal.

She laughed, and patted him soothingly on the shoulder.

• Relax, I know you're a coward and afraid of horses. Better tell me where you're going and why.
• So to you and was - resentfully muttered Eugene. - Wanted to invite you to visit and show the flower you told me about him all I know.
• Well, well, carefully looking at the boy, said Masha. - What kind of flower do you want me to show? If you still have not forgotten over the summer alphabet, we must remember that today we have the name of the flower should begin with the letter "G".

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• Yes, I know, I know - frowned with annoyance wih. - I do quite a numpty?
• Yeah, well, you just said it,- I did, in fun, friendly. With me get on the horse? Faster we get there.
  Don't worry - she added, - we'll quietly go.

Eugene somehow climbed on his horse, grasped with both hands Masha and they slowly moved to his house.

As soon as I drove up to the gate, Eugene bravely jumped out of the Crater, as a gentleman, held out his hand to her girlfriend and took her to show her precious flower.

• Look, - he said proudly. - You see that fine? And is so called, as required, the letter "G" - the gladiolus!
• Hey, you - well done! - Masha said and came closer to the flower.
• You do, - mused the girl, - that these beautiful flowers do not grow only here, and their there are nearly 280 species. Most of them can be found in Africa. Also, these flowers grow in the Mediterranean sea, in Europe and Asia, on the island of Madagascar, and even in Siberia, immediately behind the Ural mountains.

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• Wow, how interesting, admired Eugene, I thought that they only have growing up. And what else interesting you know about them?
• Well, for example, that according to ancient legend, these flowers grew from the swords of warriors-Thracian, captured by the Romans. The name of this flower comes from the Latin word "gladius," which means "sword", as they called it so due to the shape of its leaf, see, it is similar to the skewer?

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• Exactly! - re admired Eugene - indeed, very similar! Tell me more, I want to know more about this flower.
• Well, what else do you say about him, except that he is extraordinarily beautiful. Stem height is not very high, from half a metre and above. However, there are varieties that grow to 1.5 meters. Note also the structure of its flower. Actually, on the stem there are several colors, so original, like a ladder.
• Gladiolus is propagated by bulblets, flowers many years. Loves the sun. You see, your grandmother has chosen for him the most Sunny place and forget to water it. Water gladiolus loves.
  So he grew well and bloomed, it is necessary to feed at least three times, starting from the moment he appears the first 3-4 leaves, then when the leaves will be more, two times, and the last time before he will start to bloom. As their need to feed, ask your grandmother, or observe her when she will deal with.
  Well, as you're pleased with my story? - asked Masha.
• Even as pleased, thanks for the story. And what flower we are going to do tomorrow? - asked Eugene, in parting with his girlfriend.
• And here I have got a job for you, - she eyes narrowed shrewdly. - Walk through your garden, find a plant with the letter "D" and prepare your story, and then I let everything I tell you. I want to listen to you. How do you like this idea?

Eugene was taken aback by this turn of events.

• I do not know, - has mumbled he, - will it succeed?
• If long to suffer, something happens - with a philosophical view of said Masha, she recently overheard in adult conversation the phrase.
• And now while, I went home, and it already starts to get dark.

And she, springing to his faithful steed, sped home, leaving at the gate puzzled Eugene.

It is time for us to say goodbye.

Thank you, to new meetings!