a little princess

In one country there was a little princess. But the princess is a big sorrow ... she has no friends! Within the wall of the huge royal palace, the princess spent the whole day. How many slaves and maides ... how many pikas! ... but there is no queen of the princess, there is no friend. There is no time to spend time with two words of happiness and sadness of mind! So the princess's heart is very heavy!

There was a beautiful garden inside the palace. How many flowers in the garden do not know how many flowers! But in the garden of flowers also did not like the princess ... she has no friends! One day the princess could see ... a nice little grasshopper in one corner of the garden. The little grasshopilla felt the princess!

The princess said to Ghasful-

• Will you be my friend?

• No, what is it ?! You're a princess ... I'm a little grassy!

• What happened? I like you very much

• It's not the princess. I have a grasshopper in the corner of the garden! How will my place in the palace ?! Without it, I will fall down tonight. If you want I can not be your friend!

The princess's heart became even worse.

The next day, the princess found a little butterfly in the garden. The little colorful butterfly ..... a'ful to flee 'o'fule. Wow ... a beautiful butterfly! What a wonderful desire to move around that mind is the mind! The princess remembered .....

The princess pleaded with her to be her friend-

• Little butterfly, will you be my friend?

• No brother, the princess is not a friend!

• Why?! ... the surprise is the princess.

• I am in love with the sky ... in the air, I roam on my face! Why my mind will stay in the palace ?!

• Whatever you want ... you give it to me. Please be my friend please.

• Can you give me an open sky ?! ... the indecent green nature? ..... the free air?! .... the fragrance of flowers? ... no brother, you see someone else!

Rajkanya Khu-o-Trou had got the trouble ... Her heart is bad! Nobody wants to be his friend! He was sitting on the edge of the palace's window. Open window ...... he looked out of the palace and he looked away. Outside the beautiful open river ... the river flowing ... and a huge tree blossoming in the river, the red flower ... bunch! .....'Ish! If those red flowers were my friends!

At that time a sparrow bird was flying by the window of the princess .....

• Sparrows and sparrows, I want to be the friend of red flowers blooming in that big tree! Would you tell me ... how to be friends of those flowers?

• That big tree ... red flowers? ... they are palash flowers! ... that the bunch of thump is blossomed in red palash!

• Yes ... I want to be a friend of Palash flower!

• Very well! You will be friends too! I am also the palace flower friend! Many friends of Palash flower! But you know ... nobody can be a friend of Palash flowers.

• Oh really?

• Those who love people ... love the country ... do not respect the country's independence .... They can not be friends of Palash flowers!

-What?

• O-Mama! ... You do not know ?! Palash flowers are not any kind of flowers! ..... Those who have died for the language, Palash is red in the blood of those great martyrs! Palash color red to respect martyr martyr Palash's color red in the chest of the martyr! So ... this flower blossoms in February!

Surprise words of the sparrow, listen to the princess. The words of the sparrow are well known. He will be a friend of Palash flower ... he will love the people ... he will learn to love the country! ... standing in the window, looking at the palace flower and looks at the glory of the princess! ... the branch of Palash branch ... Thoka red palas are stirred ... bless the new generation!