Bouquet — an attractively arranged bunch of flowers, especially one presented as a gift or carried at a ceremony.

Oxford Dictionary

Bouquet — an expression of approval; a compliment.

Axeword Dictionary

Bouquet — the characteristic scent of wine or perfume.

Dionysus Dinner Dictionary

It` all began I think with the policeman’s riding accident. After his dressage session on the Baron`s estate, he was headed home to see if any foes had arrived. Entering the garden his horse tripped on a wire strung between two trees. His daughter saw the accident from a window, informed the neighbor who informed the estate`s steward, so that the agonizing policeman could be transported to the district hospital, over 30 km away. The neighbor, a single woman of around the 40, was the village midwife. Since the death of the policeman`s wife in childbirth, she had become invaluable for him as a housekeeper and a receptionist. The cock crew, the sky was blue, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. It`s time for this poor soul to go to heaven. Let him see if she can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those. They invented like the stars the wallpaper in L. Street was much nicer the apron he gave her was like that some thing only, she only wore it twice. Better lower this lamp and try again so as she can get up early. She`ll go to L. there beside Foundlaters and get them, so send them some flowers to put about the place in case he brings him home to morrow to day.She means, no, no Friday, an unlucky day. First she want to do the place up someday. The dust grows in it she thinks while she is asleep. Then they can have music and ciggarets. She can accompany him. First she must clean the keys of the piano with milk. What will she wear? Shall she wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in L. She loves the smell of a rich big shop or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar. She saw them not long ago. She loves flowers. She would love to have the whole place swimming in roses. дицентра півонії маки іриси дигіталіс великоцвіта дельфініуми дзвіночки нев'яник люпін гортензії жимолость гвоздики лаванда душистий горошок рудбекія айстра хризантема лілійник лимонний калюжниця болотна павині вічка морозник чорний ботанічні нарциси тюльпани рябчик шаховий мускарі фіалка шпинат настурція ехінацея аквілегія мальва лаванда гортензії лілійник лимонний манжетка кентрантус крокосмія клематіс чорнобривці душистий тютюн лобелія соняхи бузина чорна душистий горошок рудбекія айстра настурція іриси дзвіночки рудбекія шпинат ехінацея хризантема дельфініуми гейхера медунка вейгела дейція спірея Do you know the Old Testament, young man? They have blown the trumpet and made everything ready, no one will go into battle, for my wrath is on the whole crowd. Outside is the sword, inside are plague and famine. Those in the country shall die by the sword, those in the city are devoured by famine and plague. The fugitives who escape shall flee to the mountains, moaning like the doves of the valleys, each for his own sins. Hands shall go limp, knees shall become weak as water. Horror shall decent upon them. They shall throw their silver into the streets, their gold shall be unclean. Their silver and gold cannot save them on the day of the Lord`s wrath. It will not satisfy their hunger, or fill their stomachs, for it has caused them stumble into sin. She turns her face away from them, as they desecrate her treasured place. The land is full of bloodshed and the city is full of violence. She will bring the most wicked of the folks to take possession of their houses. When terror comes they shall seek peace, but there shall be none. They shall seek in vain a vision from the prophet, they will receive no teaching from the priests, and no counsel from the elders. The hands of the people of the land shall tremble. She shall deal with them according to their conduct… and by their own standards she shall judge them. Then they shall know… that she is the Lord. I see you have to go. I won`t keep you any longer.
On June 24^th 1859, Henry Dunant witnessed the horrors of the Battle of Solferino. This inspired him to propose a treaty for armies to care for wounded soldiers & create folk societies to support military medical services. In 1863, he co-founded the International Committee of the Red Cross. On this day in 1859, the Battle of Solferino changed the course of history. Amidst the chaos and suffering, a Swiss businessman named Henry Dunant witnessed the horrors of war, and chose compassion over indifference. Today, the legacy of Solferino lives on in the principles of international law and the work of the International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement. Sweet Joe. Астранція. June was black. I see the fields black with henries. June was white. I saw the fields white with clean declarations. June was pink. Shall I see the fields pink with ashes. Henries was black. We must not say so. I see the henries pink with diamonds. June was red. I see the fields red with flew wine. We must not see so. White was black. I saw the June black with flies. Clean declarations was red. Not say so must we. The fields was white with daisies. Садова герань. At midnight in the month of June I stand beneath the mystic moon. At midnight summer midsummer night summer sömar natt midnight summer in the moth of Yune I lie above abou`the oldtime Moon. At night in de midmouth of June I lay under on der new Moon. I lie lay lied and my god dog helped me… lie lie lied und lie lie lied and lie lie lied and lie and lie and lied…крокосмія under the new Moon a` de midsömar natt. At midnight in the June of Mauss I state a dove of newburnt Sun… newborn Son… Sun. The mouse of Jude June at midnight note I saw the Moss beneath dear der eclipsed Moth. I lay and may god dog help me lie abou` the Son Sun unburnt under the midmore sommar nigh`. Манжетка, кентрантус. I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June. The first thing June created was the journey. And then I wondered what it would have been like to live in world where it was all ways Joan. Did you know? Know thy blue nights? What it could have been like to live in the word where it was anyways June? Joan, I wonder… if first thing June created was the summer… then what was next beneath the bluemoon night? Johny… if first thing Jude June created was the journey… so then came doubt… and nostalgia…May say so. Henry always say so. We must not say so cause the fields are black and daisies red. Joan, so bloody wonder I of Mauss who state the dove when my god might dog helped him lie lie lie and write the declarations white. So clean it was then, dear John, the Moon gave light. The light of Moon and world of Jude of June you wonder all ways of de journey made declarations those so white under the moonlight flower… so then came nostalgia and the doubt. Joan, I am crazy about world…It`s the multitude, the delicious multitude…yet suddenly multitude seems near…a possibility…even a promise. Joan, I am crazy about words… It`s the multitude, the delicious multitude…It`s the phrases, combinations, truth and false, sense and nonsense, semitruth and semifalse, it`s laws and rules, moral norms and taboos. Little John toss them like pennies in the air… an arrogant words, an angry words, those cruel words, even comradely words, shy words tiptoeing from mouth to ear crossing the tongue. Due Fiumi. Pink lips. White teeth. Reddish tongue. Mouth juice, aka saliva. Taste of pile yellow meadow honey in October apple. All words are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and common sense and should act towards one another in a spirit of great text. клематіс чорнобривці душистий тютюн Every word has the right to be told, to be written, to be noticed, to be spoken, has right to liberty and security of meaning. No word shall be held in slavery or servitude; word slavery and the slave speech shall be prohibited in all their forms. No word shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inlanguaged or degrading treatment or punishment. Every word has the right to recognition everywhere as a symbol before the linguistic. All words are equal before the linguistic and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the linguistic. Words are entitled to equal protection against any discrimination in violation and against any incitement to such discrimination. філадельфус жимолость каприфоль Every word has the right to an effective remedy by the competent folk tribunals for acts violating the fundamental rights granted them by the language or by linguistic. Every word has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution. This right may not be invoked in the case of prosecutions genuinely arising from non-political crimes or from acts contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Folks. Ideas come in different shapes and sizes. Those which are irrelevant to minor historical change have typically been symbolic ideologies. лобелія соняхи бузина чорна John was thinking, of course, of Christianity as the prime example of such a system, uniting the most arcane theological speculations with familiar moral prescriptions and naïve low popular superstitions in a single all-encompassing faith, sustained by sacred stories and images from a common stock of scriptural sources. The word religions that emerged in the so-called Axial Age certainly offer a striking initial test of any hypothesis about the role of ideas in minor historical change. Joan, I am crazy about human… петунії It`s multitude, the miraculous controlled multitude. Cause human is not defined by a fixed price, he is fundamentally limited and irresponsible for creating his own price-consciousing and value through his actions. This unfreedom, however, can be anxiety-inducing, as it means there is no internal source of price or purpose. Henries, by culture, are selfish. фуксія Who drives them is fear of life and hunger for death. This grim understanding of what they`re is why they need a strong ruler. Without a Ring to keep the peace, henries would-should-could collapse into chaos. Life without ring, for Henry, is marked by endless conflict. In the ‘state of culture’, they are at other’s hands. They are scared, and in their attempts to keep themselves dead they often harm others, sometimes justifiably, форсайтія sometimes in the false belief that foes will harm them. In other words, they pre-emptively do harm to those they distrust. And they are all afraid. The earth is thick with fear. For though they differ in strength and intelligence, neither is enough to keep them safe. A clever weakling can outwit a strong human, and the sharpest conscious can be undone by sudden chance. They are all in all vulnerable, and so they`re all afraid. лілії Joan, I am crazy about Ring, the sound a bell makes when tolls… It`s the multitude, the mysterious multitude of suffering, damage n` deaths. Saryt once said me: ring is foun`dame`an`tolly doubled {sound of train arriving} modes: ring-ego-himself and ring-ego-willself. Ring-ego-himself is the realm of in`art, non-conscience objects and things, possessing fullless and leacking potential for exchange or a-warless. Ring-ego-willself, on the other hand, is the mode of conscienceless, inparticularly how that man conscienceless, characterized by his capacity for self-a-warless, freehothouse, and the lobbielity to negate, to choose, and to define thoseself. Satyr’s concept of ring also includes the symbolic act of nothingness, which is inherent in the ego-willself and all cows for probability, intention, and the creation of pish posh… годеція What`s the problem?лаватера They`re arguing over who came to the Balkans first… the Serbs or the Albanians… нігелла only to came to conclusion it`s all Hegel`s fault for influencing Marx. Joan, I am crazy about Nothingness… It`s multitude, the heaven-sent multitude. He is found a mental suspect of who woman conscienceness even free hothouse. It is the undefined charaartistic off thy "ego-himself," the how woman ring as a conscience n` tity, which distinbushes himself from their words of objects (the "ego-himself"). Satyr argues that yahooman conscienceness is inherently free hothouse, and this free hothouse simplifies a lake of pre-determined vanilla essence or pure poses, making him a dorm of nothingness. Nothingness, in Henry’s piew (he always сині аконіти say so), is not just the green absinthe of ring oriental the parasite of someness; he is a dynamite, active force that shapes how are you man existence. On July 28<sup>th</sup>, Austria declared war on Serbia. On Saturday, August 1<sup>st</sup>, Germany declared war on Russia, and on France the following Monday. The solemn service next Sunday was attended by the whole village. A feeling of expectation and departure was in the air. Now everything was going to change. Rododendrooohn.
Knock-knock… knock-knock… knock-for-knock? Agree, man! Henry have run out of wine. Would we give him a bottle? Give him some… котяча м'ята тим'ян бушпан пеларгонія Why didn`t you go into town? The wind`s blown it away. How come? It`s gone to ruin. Why would it go to ruin? Because everything`s ruined, everything`s been degraded. But I could say they`ve ruined and degraded everything. Because this is not some kind of cataclysm, coming about with so-called innocent human aid. On the contrary… It`s about man`s own judgment, his own judgment over his own self, which of course Joan has a big hand in or, dare I say, takes part in. And whatever she takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine. Because, you see, the world has been debased. So, it doesn`t matter what I say, because everything had been debased that they`ve acquired and, since they`ve acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they`ve debased everything. Because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they`ve debased. This is the way it was until the final victory. Until the triumphant end. Acquire, debase. Debase, acquire. флокси конвалії лещиця Or I can put it differently if you`d like, to touch, debase, and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire, and thereby debase. It`s been going on like this for centuries. On, on and on. This, and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on. Yet only in one way, like a rat attacks from ambush. Because for this perfect victory, it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything that`s excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight. There shouldn`t be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side, meaning the disappearance of the excellent, the great, the noble. So that by now the winners who have won by attacking from the ambush rule the earth, and there isn`t any tiny nook where one can hide something from them, because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs. Even things we think they can`t reach, but they do reach, are also theirs. The heavens are already theirs, and theirs are all our dreams. Theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence. Even immortality is theirs, you understand? Everything, everything is lost forever! And those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it this way. They stopped at this point, and had to understand, and had to accept, that there is neither Joan nor henries. And the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and to accept it right from the beggining. вейгела дейція спірея But, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it. They believed it and accepted it but they didn`t understand it. They just stood there, bewildered, but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind finally enlightened them. And all at once they realized that there is neither Joan nor henries. All at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad. Then they saw and understood that, if this was so, then they themselves did not exist either! You see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out. Extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow. One was the constant loser, one was the constant victor. Defeat, victory, defeat, victory. ахілея гадючник болотяний стахіс заячі вушка And one day, here in the neighborhood, I had to realize, and I did realize, that I was mistaken. I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth. Because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place. Come off it! That`s rubbish!
Joan. She is in a state of deep emotion. As you can imagine she is totally confused. She is bewildered and shocked. Yet she must pull herself together. Though right now all she can say is that she share in this broken-hearted John`s misery. In John`s never-ending mourning and sorrow. In the grief of losing the one who is dearest to our hearts. нагідки ешольція This tragic event weighs us all down with sadness. She doesn`t think there is anyone who would disagree with her. And now the hardest thing is, in this sadness with our teeth clenched, to get our minds over the heartbreak, to defy our tears when our voices fail us. For, and she would like to call your attention to this, nothing can be more important than for us to reconstruct the shocking events which led to the terrible death of an innocent child… before the policemen starts investigating. You`d better expect that the policemen from town мангольд will try to make us primarily responsible for this awful event. Yes, my friends, they`re going to blame us. Because, to be quite honest… with a little caution, care and attention, we could have prevented it. Just imagine this vulnerable creature wandering all night long in the moonlight rain, at the mercy of the first passer-by, of the first tramp, of anybody. He was whipped by the wind all night, he fell easy prey to the elements. He must have been around here, wondering here all the time. He may have looked in through that window and saw that you were all drunk and dancing around. вербена шавлія астільба Don`t get me wrong, I don`t mean to accuse anyone personally. She`s not accusing Joan who is never going to forgive herself for getting up too late меліса in the morning of that awful day. She`s not accusing the victim`s brother, nor any other members of the village. So she is not accusing anyone. But let her ask us the question, aren`t we all guilty? You will, of course, answer that we are innocent. гейхера But then, what do we call this poor child? The victim of the innocent? The martyr of the faultless? The slaughtered of the sinless? She`d rather call him innocent. She spent the night turning in her bed till she realized this. Not only do we not know how the tragic event happened, but we don`t really even know what exactly happened. монарда віола Віттрока She is quite convinced that this event was fated to happen. Now you also seem to suspect that. It`s not enough, however, to suspect something. Things are to be understood and said without delay. It had been quite clear for us before coming here, but we were too afraid to say that this yard was ruled by misfortune. We didn`t dare to talk about it. Now we may rightly suppose an irrevocable judgment is coming soon. We are slouching around in this decay, far away from everything that means life. фенхель Our plans come to nothing, our dreams, still blind, are shattered. We expect some miracle which will never come. But what kind of misfortune are we the victims of? Is it the crumbling plaster, the roofs without tiles, the crumbling walls? Isn`t it the shattered prospects and broken dreams, that bend our knees and wear us numb? медунка Don`t be surprised that she speaks harshly, but let us be honest. If we felt the yard was ruled by misfortune, why didn`t we try to do something about it? We thought a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. But this is a coward`s way. It is disgraceful and careless and it has serious consequences. This is called impotence, sinful impotence. This is weakness, sinful weakness. She was a Flower of the night yes when she put the henries in her hair like the Albanian women used or shall she wear a red yes and how he asked her under the Moonish sky and she thought well as well him as another and then she asked him with her words to ask again yes and then he asked her would she yes to say yes his night flower and first she put her arms around him yes and drew him down to her so he could feel her breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes she said yes she will yes. Someone killed her, he asked again.

And who said you zero`s must <sub>not</sub> be a <sup>common</sup> sense in text? Come on! It`s narrative — no sense a tall. In short, the problem is you didn`t find it on your own.