Loneliness and flowers

Lisa Oleskina, the director of charity foundation «In pleasure» tells an old age about how once volunteers have brought to nursing home not only habitual conditioning agents, but also fresh flowers …

When the flower firm «Pink garden» has offered us the sea of cut flowers, we, of course, have agreed at once. Though I do not hide that the first thought was – «better than pampers would give!»
Flowers are a luxury, something from another, a world не-бабушкового, and we never would began to buy one thousand Gerber which in couple of days will wither …
And as, it appears, our grandmothers were delighted to fresh flowers!
The ladies-grandmothers who have gathered in a hall, prior to the beginning of our "concert" have noticed bright spots of flowers in a corner, and all the time impatiently there glanced – really it to us, really will present, really and me will get?.
Has got to all! Grandmothers were photographed with bouquets, smelt them, examined everyone лепесточек, again smelt and hurried rather in the room – to put in water and again to look at them …
I again was not right – it seemed to me, why to give flowers already to absolutely weak, lying grandmothers? Whether to flowers to them?

And again surprise – grandmothers in huge offices of mercy which do not see people, flowers – live! – did not see at all. When we began to give them on three florets, they cried, were surprised, pressed to itself the bouquets, some did not allow to put in the general vase, asked to put them on a pillow that they could smell …
Our children have put a bouquet and the blind grandmother. She has felt that to it something give, has seized flowers and very long tried to understand that it. Has frowned, has reflected, and hands everything felt, felt that have given it, carried out fingers on a stalk, then on lepestochka, then on a flower core … And suddenly her face has lighted up with pleasure – she has understood! – also began to bring it to the person, to put to itself, to smell …
It appears that habitual – it would seem to us, three florets rumpled after a train – can be for them a real miracle, after all they absolutely at all do not receive in the chambers of beauty and pleasure …

And still – the spring has begun, and we go cheerful and raised, we rejoice to the sun and a grass, and for grandmothers and the grandfathers, which do not go, it is cherished dream – to see the street. Many of them were not there for years, from the moment of receipt in nursing home. At санитарочек is not present forces, not time to take out them on the street, and in chambers most "lucky" – those who managed a place near a window … The others and it do not see. And it seems – walk, freedom, the sun, a wind – something absolutely obligatory that cannot, should simply be at the person.