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“Manushak” (Table Tales)

Manushak was a little sweet girl; so little that she could not reach the table. Her dad put a pillow on the chair and seated Manushak on it. It was a fun to be at table with grown-ups. She was so excited, she could not even eat. Manushak’s sister’s friends looked at her smiling; she blushed and even forgot her name.

“What’s the matter, can’t you talk?” asked the girls.
“What’s your name?”

But Manushak didn’t want to reply. She wished of being unnoticed. She wished to watch people without talking to them, just listening to what they said. Modest people, who talk less always manage to hear more and to tell you the truth, they know more.

People were busy talking to each other at table. That was the reason why most of them didn’t hear what the flowers were talking about in the vase.

…“That boy is very shameless, he spilled his meal right on my petals”, said the bluebell.

“And there is so much perfume on this girl that no one can feel my scent any more”, complained the pink.

“Save me from this cruel chap”, said the camomile, “he is pulling out my beautiful petals.”

Manushak was red with excitement.
“Leave the daisy”, Manushak asked the boy. And the boy listened to her.

“You are such a kind and good girl”, said the flowers, and began to smell so nice, that even the perfumed girl could feel that.

Manushak didn’t say anything, because modest people never talk about their heroism.

Wrote at 12 years old age