The Scarlet Flower

Once upon a time there was a merchant
Dear Widower.
He was fabulously rich
But I'm not happy with my treasury.
He saw no good in the treasury,
If the heart is lonely.
Bargained until night
For three beautiful daughters.
Their outfits for selection -
Gold-embroidered pattern.
Like swans are swimming
The conversation is like a thread.
The older ones are even more lively,
The younger one is nicer to the merchant.
One day the merchant got together
Yes, and moved across the sea
For some interest:
For the gain al additional weight.
Long overseas he was,
Finally I sailed home.
I brought gifts to my daughters.
For the oldest - bright stones.
Younger, hiding in a bundle,
Wonderful scarlet flower