The biggest offense was caused to Apollo by Aphrodite's son joker Erot, the owner of a magic quiver in whom there are both gold arrows, and black. Everything depends on mood of the god: will want - will send a gold arrow to the girl's heart, and she will fall in love with the first young man met by it, and the black arrow will cause in her heart hatred and fear at the word "love". Erot, having decided to prove that to him to spit wonderfully well Apollo, and having learned that that outright [Expand]
fell in love with the girl by the name of Dafna, sent to her heart a black arrow.
Nympha Dafna was the daughter of river god Peney. Apollo approached it and told: "I am a god Apollo, and I love you". Dafna was frightened and promptly ran away. Apollo tried to catch up with it, but she accelerated run, and having stopped at a stream, kneelt and exclaimed: "About dear father Peney! Take away from me my beauty, it brings me sufferings!" At the very same time it turned into a fine laurel tree. Having stopped before it, the grieved god weaved to himself a wreath from its young branches and sadly said: "About my beloved! About laurels! Let your leaves never fade, as my love to you!"
Since then Apollo decorates the head with a laurel wreath. Ancient Greeks and Romans made custom to lay a wreath from branches of evergreen laurels on the war heroes who are coming back with a victory.
The biggest offense was caused to Apollo by Aphrodite's son joker Erot, the owner of a magic quiver in whom there are both gold arrows, and black. Everything depends on mood of the god: will want - will send a gold arrow to the girl's heart, and she will fall in love with the first young man met by it, and the black arrow will cause in her heart hatred and fear at the word "love". Erot, having decided to prove that to him to spit wonderfully well Apollo, and having learned that that outright [Expand]
Nympha Dafna was the daughter of river god Peney. Apollo approached it and told: "I am a god Apollo, and I love you". Dafna was frightened and promptly ran away. Apollo tried to catch up with it, but she accelerated run, and having stopped at a stream, kneelt and exclaimed: "About dear father Peney! Take away from me my beauty, it brings me sufferings!" At the very same time it turned into a fine laurel tree. Having stopped before it, the grieved god weaved to himself a wreath from its young branches and sadly said: "About my beloved! About laurels! Let your leaves never fade, as my love to you!"
Since then Apollo decorates the head with a laurel wreath. Ancient Greeks and Romans made custom to lay a wreath from branches of evergreen laurels on the war heroes who are coming back with a victory.
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