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aid,"Stupid tree; he is so old that grass grows out of his body."There arose a very terrible storm. All the field-flowers foldedtheir leaves together, or bowed their little heads,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], while the stormpassed over them, but the buckwheat stood erect in its pride. "Bendyour head as we do," said the flowers."I have no occasion to do so," replied the buckwheat."Bend your head as we do," cried the ears of corn; "the angel ofthe storm is coming; his wings spread from the sky above to theearth beneath. He will strike you down before you can cry for mercy.""But I will not bend my head," said the buckwheat."Close your flowers and bend your leaves," said the oldwillow-tree. "Do not look at the lightning when the cloud bursts; evenmen cannot do that. In a flash of lightning heaven opens, and we canlook in; but the sight will strike even human beings blind. Whatthen must happen to us,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], who only grow out of the earth, and are soinferior to them, if we venture to do so?""Inferior,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], indeed!" said the buckwheat. "Now I intend to have apeep into heaven." Proudly and boldly he looked up, while thelightning flashed across the sky as if the whole world were in flames.When the dreadful storm had passed, the flowers and the cornraised their drooping heads in the pure still air, refreshed by therain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but the buckwheat lay like a weed in the field, burnt toblackness by the lightning. The branches of the old willow-treerustled in the wind, and large water-drops fell from his green leavesas if the old willow
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