9.
The nightingale pressed itself onto the thorn.
It sang even more beautifully.
Soon, the white rose turned pink.
"Press harder" Come closer," said the rose tree.
"Only the blood from your heart can make the rose red."

8.
That night, when the moon was up, the nightingale flew to the rose tree.
It pressed itself against a thorn and began to sing.
As the nightingale sang, a white rose grew.
"Press harder!" Come closer," said the rose tree.
"The sun will come up before the rose is red."

7.
"I must die for one rose, "said the nightingale.
"But love is better than life. The young man can dance with the girl he loves."
The nightingale flew around the garden. It was happy.

The young man saw the nightingale. He heard its beautiful singing.
He liked its music but he thought it wasn`t useful.
"The nightingale sings a beautiful song but only for itself. It doesn`t help anyone! It only sounds beautiful."