A Bouquet from Neskuchny Gardens
The first thing I saw on coming to, after the stupefying but painkilling injections I had been stuffed with in resuscitation, was a luxuriant bouquet of leaves. What a miscellany of hues there were – crimson and reddish-purple, orange and rich yellow, and also green, only lightly touched by the flame of autumn – well, just unrivalled beauty!
This wondrous gift was presented to me by Mary, breaking the silence of the ward with her little sing-song silver voice:
“Come to? Hey, breathe in nature!”
The bouquet truly exhaled the aroma of Neskuchny Gardens, for it had absorbed the smell of their soil, the bark and leaves of the trees, the taste of the diamond drops. The bouquet was admired by all who came to congratulate me on a successful operation.
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