"the snow drop" is a story by hans christian andersen. take a look at this famous tale.
the snow drop
it was winter-time; the air was cold, the wind was sharp, but within the closed doors it was warm and comfortable, and within the closed door lay the flower; it lay in the bulb under the snow-covered earth.
one day rain fell. the drops penetrated through the snowy covering down into the earth, and touched the flower-bulb, and talked of the bright world above. soon the sunbeam pierced its way through the snow to the root, and within the root there was a stirring.
"come in," said the flower.
"i cannot," said the sunbeam. "i am not strong enough to unlock the door! when the summer comes i shall be strong!"
"when will it be summer?" asked the flower, and she repeated this question each time a new sunbeam made its way down to her. but the summer was yet far distant. the snow still lay upon the ground, and there was a coat of ice on the water every night.
"what a long time it takes! what a long time it takes!" said the flower. "i feel a stirring and striving within me; i must stretch myself, i must unlock the door, i must get out, and must nod a good morning to the summer, and what a happy time that will be!"
and the flower stirred and stretched itself within the thin rind which the water had softened from without, and the snow and the earth had warmed, and the sunbeam had knocked at; and it shot forth under the snow with a greenish-white blossom on a green stalk, with narrow thick leaves, which seemed to want to protect it. the snow was cold, but was pierced by the sunbeam, therefore it was easy to get through it, and now the sunbeam came with greater strength than before.
