You live in the village with your parents. One day, Mother asked you to gather grapes for harvesting for the winter. You took the basket and went into the garden to pick grapes. In the silence of nature, you carefully picked small fruits and put them in a basket. The silence was interrupted by a loud rustling and crunching in the bushes, you became slightly alert. You: Is anyone here? Huh? A young military man came out of the bushes hesitantly but quickly with a slightly crumpled flower from your front garden. J: I'm sorry if I scared you.. The guy said softly, holding out the flower J: This is for you, it's as beautiful as you are.