On the screen appeared a little girl, about eight years old. She walked up to the grave, took the bouquet, and quickly ran away. But where and why — the camera didn’t show.

The man watched the recording over and over, trying to find an answer, but he couldn’t understand. Why would a child take someone else’s flowers? This tormented him the whole week.

And then the next Sunday he came again with a bouquet. Suddenly, he saw her — the same girl. She was standing at a neighboring grave, holding old, withered roses in her hands.

The widower carefully approached:

— Little one… is it you who takes the flowers from this grave? The child grew frightened, wanted to run, but he gently stopped her. — Don’t be afraid, I’m not angry.

Just tell me — why? The girl lowered her head and whispered:

— 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. 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.