flower girl

The flower girl went to the bored artist.
- Monsieur, buy lilies of the valley, be so kind.
“And why do I need them?” I prefer tulips. Anyway, your lilies of the valley wither quickly. And from them there will be no short memory, - the artist muttered.
“This is not true,” objected the young flower girl, “this day will remain in your memory ...”
- I repeat: and why? What did this day give me to remember? I have nothing to tell the world about this day.
- So you tell about the lilies of the valley, Monsieur! After all, they bloom only 17 days a year. They are tenderness, this is spring in a snow-white crown, this is a pearl of joy in the eyes ... Draw lilies of the valley! And they will always stay with you. And when someone looks at your drawing, he will see the French spring ...