A. P. Platonov - The unknown flower #1 There was a little flower in the world. Nobody knew that he exists. He was growing alone in the barren; cows and goats were not goes there, and children from Young Pioneer camp were never playing there. The grass wasn't growing in the barren, there were only grey old stones, that were lying there, and between them was a dry dead clay. The wind was only walking in the barren; like a sower grandad the wind was carrying seeds along and sowing them everywhere - into the black wet ground and on the naked stone barren. Into black good ground was bearing flowers and grass, but into a stone and clay seeds was dying.