Once upon a time,we were in one village.There, there was much roses beside people.We much wondered.The Kneaded population,has told us that before revolution here veins farmer.He grew the roses in hotbed and sold in winter for New Year in Moscow.Afterwards after revolution he disappeared,but roses become growings everywhere. that in winter roses cost much in Moscow,more so if their sell beside theatre or operas.We have found the approximite place where stood the house of the farmer,there land was fertile and blackenning,was much bricks.