Viola



In one village there lived a trusting Anyuta. To her misfortune, a young handsome man came to this village, with whom she fell in love. And he turned out to be a liar. She waited, she waited for her beloved and died of longing.

On her grave, in memory of strong love, beautiful flowers bloomed, similar to her blue eyes. The whole story of the girl's short life was reflected in the tricolor petals.

White is the hope for mutual love, yellow expresses surprise at the act of a loved one, and purple is sadness and collapsed hopes for happiness. They called those flowers pansies.