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A spider’s delicate steps do not trammel the petals of the rose. Its kiss, however, is deadly.

From Romania..

The Legend of the bee and of the spider

Once upon a time there was a woman and she had two children: a boy and a girl. They set out for the world to earn their living. The boy became an apprentice at a cloth weaver and the girl carried stons for a waller. When she felt her end was near the mother called her children by her side. The girl came immediately but the boy didn’t want to. His mother forgave him but, after her death, the girl turned into a bee and the boy into a spider. The spider has lived alone ever since, without any brothers or sisters, without parents. He hides from light and forever weaves his web in dark corners. He is sad and people always tear his web and kill him. Where as the bee is happy all day long, flying from flower to flower and lives with her huge family, brothers and sisters together in a hive. Everybody loves her because she is industrions and her honey is sweet and healing and we all benefit from her work.