The story of these tales also seems like a fairy tale. After many months of work in the noisy editorial office of one of Riga’s newspapers, the young writer Anna Sakse boarded a train on a summer day to visit her parents. She arrived late in the evening; no one met her, and she had to walk through the forest. She walked in the dark for quite a long time before realizing she had lost her way. She stopped in confusion, but sensed a marvelous fragrance streaming from somewhere. It turned out that very nearby, in a forest glade, night violets were blooming—delicate, pale flowers on fragile stems… She returned to her father’s house only by the evening of the second day, as if someone had been leading her in circles through the forest… This incident remained in the writer’s memory for a long time. Thus the first story of the collection, “Night Violet,” appeared, followed by the others—the kind and sad, amusing and wise “Tales About Flowers.”