The Cellar Is Brewing, and the Wine Kiln Is Brewing Too.

When he was young, he fell in love with a girl who loved flowers. The two of them drank among the flowers, and she said, "When I get old, you will drink with me here." Later, the girl married someone else, and he never married. He planted the flowers she liked in the yard, put a pot of wine every year when the flowers bloomed, and clinked glasses in the air. The neighbor laughed at him for being crazy, and he said: "She said that when the flowers are there, the wine is there, and the people are there." When he was seventy years old, an old lady walked into the yard on crutches. She was the girl back then. She said: "My wife is gone, and I want to come and ask for a drink." He poured two glasses, handed one to her, and touched the glass in the air with the other - the glass of wine he had been waiting for for fifty years, and he finally drank it.