Un soldat american, inainte de a pleca pe front, s-a dus la biblioteca si a cerut o carte. Era o carte de poezii. A citit cartea care a avut un impact foarte mare asupra sa. Dar ce l-a impresionat mai mult decat cartea erau comentariile pe care cineva le scrisese pe marginile paginilor. Cartea fusese donata bibliotecii de catre persoana care scrisese comentariile. Asa ca numele si adresa ei erau scrise pe carte.

Plecat pe front, a decis sa-i scrie acestei doamne. I-a spus cat de mult l-a impresionat cartea si ce impact au avut comentariile pe care ea le scrisese pe marginile cartii. Si ea i-a scris inapoi. Asa au inceput sa corespondeze si, cu cat isi scriau, relatia lor devenea din ce in ce mai puternica.

Intr-una din scrisori, el i-a scris si a rugat-o sa-i trimita o fotografie. Ea i-a spus ca daca se simte apropiat de ea si daca dragostea lui este adevarata, nu va conta cum arata. Asa ca nu i-a trimis nicio fotografie.

Cand s-a terminat razboiul si el s-a intors in SUA, si-au dat intalnire in New York , in Grand Central Station. Ca sa se recunoasca, ea l-a rugat sa tina cartea in mana, iar ea va avea un trandafir.

Asa ca in acea zi, intr-un loc imens, un soldat venit de pe front, cu o carte in mana cauta o femeie cu un trandafir in mana. Va dati seama ce asteptari avea? Era pe punctul de a-si gasi sufletul pereche, femeia pe care o iubea dar pe care nu o vazuse niciodata.

Asteptand, a vazut o fata superba, imbracata intr-o rochie verde, care-l privea atent. Ea s-a indreptat catre el si… era minunata. Era dincolo de orice imaginatie. Iar el s-a uitat si a vazut ca ea nu avea niciun trandafir. Langa el s-a oprit o doamna in varsta. Avea un trandafir in mana.

Va puteti imagina? Tanara superba si doamna care nu arata foarte bine, dar cu un trandafir in mana. Si nu era frumoasa, chiar destul de urat si imbatranita. Voi ce ati fi ales? Persoanei cu trandafirul ii stia sufletul de care se indragostise. Asa ca s-a indreptat spre doamna urata cu trandafirul, in timp ce tanara frumoasa s-a oprit la cativa pasi de el, l-a privit si l-a intrebat:

– Vii cu mine soldat?

Iar inima lui era sfasiata. Decizii. Alegeri. S-a gandit un minut. In timp ce tanara se indeparta de el, lucrurile corecte l-au determinat sa aleaga: si-a continut drumul catre persoana in varsta care tinea trandafirul in mana, s-a apropiat de ea si i-a zis:

– Buna ziua, si a invitat-o la cina.

Iar aceasta i-a spus:

– Fiule, nu stiu ce se intampla aici, dar tanara imbracata in verde care tocmai a trecut pe langa tine, m-a rugat sa tin in mana acest trandafir si mi-a spus ca, daca vei veni la mine, sa-ti spun ca te asteapta la restaurant.

Via Lucienne Muntean

An american soldier, before you leave on the front, went to the library and asked for a book. It was a book of poems. Reading the book that had a huge impact on him. But what impressed him more than the book were comments that someone wrote on the edges of the pages. The book was donated to the library by the person who wrote the comments. So her name and address were written on the card.

Left on front, decided to write this ladies. I said how much I was impressed by the book and what impact they had comments that she had written on the edges of the book. And she wrote back. So they began to play and, as he wrote, their relationship became increasingly stronger.

In one of the letters, he wrote and asked her to send him a photo. She told him that if he feels closest to her and if his love is real, it will not matter what it looks like. So do not sent any photo.

When the war was over and he was back in the u.s., and gave the meeting in New York, in Grand Central Station. To recognize, she asked to keep the book in your hand, and she will have a rose.

So that day, in a huge place, a soldier came from the front, with a book in hand looking for a woman with a rose in his hand. You realize you have expectations? It was on the verge of finding their soul mate, the woman he loved but not an NIR.

Waiting, he saw a beautiful girl, dressed in a green dress, which looked at him carefully. It was headed by him and … it was wonderful. It was beyond any imagination. And he looked and saw that she didn’t have any. Next to it stood a lady. Have a rose in his hand.

Can you imagine? Gorgeous and young lady who didn’t look very well, but with a rose in his hand. And there was beautiful, even pretty ugly and imbatranita. You what would you have chosen? The person with the rose ii knew that soul is indragostise. So he headed to ugly Lady with the rose, while the beautiful young woman stopped at a few steps from him, watched him and asked him to come with me:-soldier?

And his heart was sfasiata. Decision. Election. He thought a minute. While young is remove it, correct things led him to choose: content and way to the person who was holding the rose in his hand, approached her and said: Hello, and invited her to dinner.

And this i said:-my son, I don’t know what’s going on here, but the young woman dressed in Green who has just passed on beside you, asked me to keep in hand this rose and told me that if you come to me, I’ll tell you that waiting for you at the restaurant.

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