My little brother is here. He died in the spring. Mom can’t buy flowers. But I don’t want him to lie here all alone… I thought the lady from the beautiful grave wouldn’t mind if I took her flowers.

The widower’s heart ached. He was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Next time he brought two bouquets. One for his wife. And one for the boy. And when the girl saw this, her eyes lit up with joy.

— Thank you, sir, — she said, pressing the flowers to her chest. — Now he will never be alone again.