About tomatoes and more. Love is gone, tomatoes wilted

After all, everyone has heard this popular expression? But few people know the history of the origin of this sign.

This expression is used when ironic, and with a sense of nostalgia, someone recalls the disappeared feelings. And it no longer matters whether a lot of time has passed, or whether you are disappointed in a person. Everything in life is changeable, any, even the most unreal situation is possible. This is how life is beautiful. But in this expression, there is a bit of bitterness and longing for a bygone time.

After all, then, quite recently, a person was happy and in love with a partner up to their ears, and then once, and that's it, there was nothing left.

In fact, all this does not happen all at once, unexpectedly. In any case, before the onset of such a moment, various events took place that influenced your attitude towards a person, became the beginning of general disappointment in him.

Withered tomatoes - a history of omens

But what have tomatoes to do with it? The first analogy is that the withering of love is like the withering of any plant. But if just plants, then why does the phrase sound about tomatoes? Here the whole point is that the people who brought tomato seeds to Italy from Spain, where he came from the recently discovered America, called him “the apple of the Moors”. Over time, the name was distorted, and it was brought to France as an “apple of passion”. Since then, the tomato has become a passion vegetable. Therefore, the tomato was immediately banned. And even after tomatoes began to be eaten everywhere, for a long time some families did not include them in their diet, so as not to stir up passions at the table between relatives and friends. At first, tomatoes were grown in pots for decorative use. And they hung these pots in places where lovers meet - gazebos by the lake, above benches in parks, and so on. But young girls sometimes clutched a tomato twig to the corset, as a sign of their love. But when a woman, on the contrary, stops wearing a tomato sprig as an ornament, then everyone understands that something has happened.

This expression gained the greatest popularity after the poet Oleg Savostyanov wrote his famous verse "Love has passed, tomatoes wilted, boots are shaking and we are not on our way."

Signs and beliefs associated with tomatoes

There is such a belief - in case your relationship began to go wrong, in order to grow a tomato on the windowsill. Let it fade a little, and then do your best to bring it back to life. If you succeed, then the relationship will improve.

The second way to regain lost feelings is with the help of kumato. Don't know what it is? It is also a tomato, only black, which is unusual for most people. They grow only in the Galapagos Islands, and only recently this vegetable began to appear on the shelves of domestic stores. People believe that in addition to the color and greater sweetness, compared to ordinary tomatoes, kumato also enhances sexual desire. This is the opinion of zoologists, after many years of observation of turtles, which are very fond of black tomatoes and are incredibly sexually active.

For people with unrequited love, tomatoes will also help. Leave them somewhere so that they get a good deal of damage, and then take them as far from your house as possible, and bury them, saying the phrase "Out of sight, out of mind." Now, soon, as the sign says, in your life it is imperative that you reciprocate in feelings.

Why do tomatoes dream?

Favorable omen when a tomato is dreamed of in a dream. For girls, such a sign promises happiness and love in marriage. For other people, it promises new romantic meetings and relationships, and this is most likely your acquaintance who has had certain feelings for you for a long time, but still hesitated to take the first step and open his heart to you.

By the way,. Tomatoes are very useful for our very important body... Tomatoes contain a lot of potassium, which is good for our heart. They also contain lycopene, a powerful antioxidant that prevents the formation of tumors, reduces the likelihood of cardiovascular diseases. And surprisingly, after heat treatment of tomatoes, the amount of this substance in it increases, and its absorption improves. So, be that as it may, our heart simply needs an "apple of love", even raw or cooked, or even in the form of ketchup.

One Turkish woman had a man who was rich and unloved. They lived together for 15 years, and so he got it, especially with his habit of taking showers three times a day, that she wanted to divorce him. But I didn't want to lose money! .. And then Kevser Babattsu came up with this: when he undressed and went to take a shower, she closed the doors. And Orkhan Babutsu sat there for no less than three years. The woman threw food into his dog's bowl, took her lovers home and waited impatiently for the man to die and his property to pass to her. But she didn’t wait - the neighbors found out about the prisoner and informed Orkhan’s mother, and she told the police. When his wife was arrested, she explained her act like this: “I thought he was a dangerous psycho - well, a normal person wouldn’t take a shower so often!”

Another, no less comical reason for divorce happened in Taiwan. The judge gave the woman a divorce because she refused to share the bed with her husband's cat. Scandals because of the cat did family life couples impossible. The man allowed the cat to walk as needed anywhere, including to bed, he did not raise him in any way. For a year the woman still somehow endured it, and then filed for divorce.

What should you do to prevent your wife from nagging you? The most proven way to end this is to get a divorce. However, the Romanian businessman decided this issue in a different way. He pays his wife about $ 500 a month for not nagging at him. Nicolaou Popa said: “My business is developing well, but it takes away all my strength. When I get home in the evening, I just collapse. So I made a deal with my wife: I pay her $ 500 a month if she doesn't nag me. " However, this does not always happen: his wife Maria is a programmer by profession, she sits at the computer all day and she has no one to talk to. Therefore, sometimes he cannot keep his promise not to cling to her husband ...

A resident of the Spanish Castellon, Roberto de Piedro Vidal, probably did not have such money as that Romanian. Therefore, he began fasting in protest against his wife's bullying. He locked himself in his car in the city center, drinks only water and occasionally goes to the toilet. The car is covered with posters in which he explains the reasons for his strike. An elderly Castellan, 45, protests against his wife's domestic violence. She constantly seeks to "ruin his life, ruin and survive from home, leaving children for herself," clings to the fact that he is too fat, earns little. Men sympathize with him ...

In Sweden, a man, angry that his wife was going to divorce him, sold all of them common property, and then burned all the money paid for it - approximately 81.3 thousand dollars. The court acquitted the man. And the wife left anyway.

Those Swedes, at least, did not have to divide the property. Two Chinese people tortured each other and the judge who was leading the divorce proceedings for several years. They could not decide in any way who should get the motorcycle, computer, video camera and, in fact, the apartment. The judge was tired of all this and decided that the controversial things should be put up for auction, in which the ex-husband and woman will take part. According to the rules of trading, each "lot" is exhibited separately. The one who offers a large amount will receive it, and the other will get the money.

A Muslim man can divorce by declaring this to his wife three times. And from now on it can be done with the help of SMS-messages. At least this is legally allowed in Saudi Arabia and Malaysia. The law was adopted after a debate in which members of the cabinet of ministers, human rights activists, and representatives of the Islamic clergy took part. Opponents of the electronic procedure said that it contradicted the canons of Islam. Malaysians have come forward with statements that this is encouraging divorce. But what Muslim would listen to a woman ...

63-year-old Kenyan John Ngoce left home. Meanwhile, a 25-year-old son from the first woman came to his 21-year-old third wife. And they ... Well, in a word, you know what they did. And when John returned and caught them on the hot, he and his son had a fight. A crowd of fellow villagers watched the fight. After the men pressed each other's sides, a council of village elders met. After a long exchange of views, they approved such a decision: to give the woman to the son, but to take compensation from him in favor of the father - three cows and one goat.

In Scotland, a similar story happened: 20-year-old Alison Smith found her husband, 21-year-old George Greenhow, in bed with his mother, 44-year-old Pat, just ten days after the wedding. Insulted, Alison immediately filed for divorce. And then, having cooled down, she forgave the lovers and even agreed to be a bridesmaid at the wedding ... True, the marriage of George and Pat has no legal force - according to Scottish law, a man can marry the mother of his ex-wife only if the latter died.

They fell in love when Joan was thirteen and Robert was fifteen. Since that time, they are constantly together. After graduating from school, they settled together, at eighteen Joan gave birth to a son, who was named Jimmy. Everything was fine, but three years later Robert died in a car accident. And they did not have time to get married. Heartbroken Joan, declaring that she had vowed to love him forever, decided to unite in a legal marriage with her beloved - to be together even after death. The priest agreed to hold the ceremony, and he himself had to wear the wedding ring on the young man's finger. Joan was dressed in a wedding dress, Robert was dressed in a white tuxedo. And the next day after the wedding, the funeral took place.

And lastly:

Love has passed, tomatoes have withered,
The boots are tight and we are not on the way.
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.

Leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And stumps of white trunks
Sticking into the sky remind me
Night, where we are still sweet to each other.

We parted like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance faded before me.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's ass,
And there is no gap ahead, which is a pity.

It's winter already, the wind howls in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out your boots and putting on your boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I wander the streets like a secular lion.

I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug piece by piece
To live with you for another day.

But meeting at a noisy party
Imagining: I am her, and you are his,
Ask me something abstruse
And about the love of the past - nothing.

Love has passed, tomatoes have withered ... One way or another, any Russian-speaking person would quote this phrase without thinking about where it came from. And why?

Let's figure it out

The text itself is informatively capacious, sufficiently reflects the essence of the main idea. Namely: the news of the end of the romantic story. It is intuitively clear that the speaker is a little sorry for the gone love. But she was not so strong either. As you know, in the Russian language such phrases take root well, reminiscent of sayings and proverbs. They are easy to remember, suitable for a "catchphrase" in a conversation or as an epilogue to history. Few think about the semantic content of the phrase. But some especially meticulous (or inquisitive) try to understand the etymology.

Oh, those tomatoes!

Let's figure it out. These lines were once written by the poet Oleg Savostyanov: "Love has passed, the tomatoes wilted, the boots are shaking, and we are not on our way." If we analyze the original source itself, we will hear in the words of the author irony, self-irony, a shade of sadness or a disguised deep feeling, with which it is a pity to part and there is no way to admit it. The author is not serious, to the point of laughter, but, nevertheless, to the point of sadness. Here, who will perceive how ... Moreover, in the interpretation of many, the first line is sometimes "shod" in other shoes: "Love has passed, the tomatoes wilted, the sandals are tight ..."

Parting of two halves. It is compared with the wilting of the notorious tomatoes, with the tearing of a leaf from a cabbage, with the spreading of the legs at a stepladder. Suddenly and boldly. But in reality there are people who “keep their faces” and disguise their feelings under the guise of humor, metaphors and allegories.

The poem consists of six quatrains. And already starting from the fourth, there is a wave of sadness: winter, the hero is cold, he wanders sadly and dreams of another day with his beloved. This is no laughing matter! And in the final - here's to you, jealousy and longing for a departed feeling! The literary hero asks at a chance meeting (accompanied by his new halves) not to ask anything about a departed love. Obviously, how painful this topic would be ...

A bit of historical fun

Well, if we talk about the tomatoes themselves, then it is known from history that young ladies decorated their dresses with sprigs with tomato fruits. It was a hint of falling in love, as a status in a well-known social network. Like, "I am in active" search or already "in love". Probably "passion" to this fruit gave its red appearance, reminiscent of the heart of a man in love. If it withers or there are no twigs on the clothes - a bad sign. Like the status "broken heart" or "he is a scoundrel and life is pain."

It was believed that tomatoes can arouse passion in a person. Such is the cute historical fact. In addition, in France, the tomato is called the apple of love - La pomme de l'amour. Well, with the French, everything is clear to us. (This is where a laughing emoticon should wave its hands to us).

Parody must be earned

In any case, thanks to Oleg Savostyanov for letting another popular expression go out into the world. The poem "Love Gone, Tomatoes Wither" became an impetus for other poets to massive improvisation. You know, this often happens to authors. And then off we go!

Parody is one of the directions of creativity, and not only in the poetic environment. This is a kind of compliment from other authors, it still needs to be earned - to be parodied, you know. "Love has passed, tomatoes wilted" - a special verse. After all, if it is hooked, it lies “on the tongue”, nationwide fame is definitely guaranteed. Moreover, it turned out to be easy to parody this style, everyone can try themselves in it! Let us consider parody as a certain poetic trainer. It is worth quoting a few famous lines:

The love has passed, the dahlias have withered.

The sofa is rotten and the old chair creaks.

We have bent our backs for many years

Over the garden. By those who are fast asleep.

We haven't been rinsed by thunderstorms for so long

That the roof and façade have faded.

Everything leaves. Our roses wilted.

Neighbor, and that trouble is not happy.

You can go on, in principle, ad infinitum and smile at the same time. Great exercise!

Have you ever loved?

Love has passed, tomatoes wilted, sandals are tight - that's how many troubles at once! Let's summarize. Any thing in the world can be taken seriously and lightly. Depends on the choice of everyone, on the worldview. In a funny poem, if you wish, you can see melancholy-sadness, or you can just laugh heartily.

Another option is to try to write like this yourself, to parody. Our "tomatoes" have entered the spoken language firmly and are not going to leave it. "Love has passed, tomatoes wilted" - a phrase that is a lifesaver for many impressionable natures. We can say, "the outstretched hand of a friend."

Have you ever loved? Experiencing separation? That's it! So, using the example of the aforementioned poem, you can also look at life's tragedy - through the veil of humor, with self-irony. To try somewhere in the corner of your soul to leave a small tomato twig for later, for another, more worthy person. In any case, this is more beneficial for mental health than prolonged digging, tears and wringing of hands.

Love has passed, tomatoes wilted,
Colorado potato beetle ate potatoes
The bread open spaces broke away
And immediately the green onion turned yellow.
Love is gone, watermelons cracked
And the strawberries rotted at the root.
Corn cobs not ripe
And the cherry did not live to see fruit.
Love has passed, the rains have beaten the oats,
They forgot to take the beets out of the ground.
Cabbage was exterminated by cabbage,
The starlings swept the cherry in an instant.
Love has passed, all melons are overripe,
Raspberries are sharpened by aphids and ants.
A twig of weeds, as if they were stupid,
And the hell never got out of the ground.
Love is gone and it gets colder
So that unripe grapes are frozen
From apples blows noble rot,
And the plums are beating quietly with hail.
Love has passed and the cucumbers have dried up,
The red carrots are moldy,
And the mice died from the peas,
Why did it happen that love passed?
Love has passed, it has passed, infection,
And how many troubles at once because of her!
And how many vegetables and fruits at once
It went bad. Think! Yo is mine!

Let's figure it out

Oh, those tomatoes!

A bit of historical fun

Parody must be earned

The love has passed, the dahlias have withered.

The sofa is rotten and the old chair creaks.

We have bent our backs for many years

Over the garden. By those who are fast asleep.

We haven't been rinsed by thunderstorms for so long

That the roof and façade have faded.

Everything leaves. Our roses wilted.

Neighbor, and that trouble is not happy.

You can go on, in principle, ad infinitum and smile at the same time. Great exercise!

Have you ever loved?

Thematic selection of poems on the topic past love, withered tomatoes and shaking boots ...

Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.

Leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And stumps of white trunks
Sticking into the sky remind me
Night, where we are still sweet to each other.

We parted like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance faded before me.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's ass,
And there is no gap ahead, which is a pity.

It's winter already, the wind howls in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out your boots and putting on your boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I wander the streets like a secular lion.

I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug piece by piece
To live with you for another day.

But meeting at a noisy party
Imagining: I am her, and you are his,
Ask me something abstruse
And about the love of the past - nothing.

A source

And autumn has come to us, well, finally!

And they all abandoned each other at last.

And the garden is empty here again without them.

Eh, Uncle Vasya, well, you went nuts!
Love has passed, the tomatoes wilted.
Well, how can you, how can you continue to live.
One thing worries - Uncle Vasya left Olya.
He not only threw Olya, but also to drink.
Love has passed, the tomatoes wilted.
Everything is empty and winter is just around the corner.
One thing worries - Uncle Vasya left Olya,
And our song is drawing to a close.

Anton Bakharev

Love is gone, the tomatoes wilted,
The carrots are rotten and the cucumbers are drying.
And our feelings that have recently been new,
They droop to the ground, like flowers in your hands.

The stars have faded, the gooseberries have turned black,
And the plum leaves are devoured by aphids,
But the main culprit is
Angry Colorado in potato fields.

Happiness disappeared, the worms ate the apples,
Bad weather came, goats reduced milk yield.
The blackbirds ate the cherries in the trees
The currant is infected with powdery mildew.

It's the end of dating under the moonlight
Slippery snails ruined strawberries
The weed rose up like an impassable wall,
And all the raspberries and blackberries die.
Love is gone, the tomatoes wilted,
Wasted work on the weekend
One gardener is sad at the dacha
And he remembers his mother and family.

He covers all his acquaintances in three stories,
He remembers what was promised to him
Huge harvest, and, importantly,
That all his efforts will not go to the bottom.

(From the Internet)

Love is gone: like an orange peel
She has cute skin, and a rat grin ...
Are the tomatoes wilted? No problem!
Only there would be someone to go with, and where.
***
Love has passed - what has stood withered
You wrapped yourself in a blanket in shock
Incurable love paralysis
The modern scourge of civilizations.
***
Love has passed, the ruddy peach has withered,
We cannot share the six hundredth "Mercy",
And if there was a prenuptial agreement,
I would not curse the gigolo: "Thief!"
***
Love has passed - do not call by order,
You drank all the tomato juice, infection.
How to comb your bald head in the middle,
I'm shocked: where is the former Toreador?

Fences are painted green,
Yellow foliage flies onto them.
They removed dinner from the country table.

Let's leave, dear, these conversations.
You didn't leave - you went out to smoke.
Love is gone. Tomatoes wilted.
What else, darling, talk about?

I draw the curtains behind you
And an asterisk flashes to me in the window.
Love is gone. Tomatoes wilted.
But why am I not so sad?

I change my dress, like a forest - decoration.
And I don't fly like a butterfly to the fire.
I do not like inconstancy in poetry,
But I will change the refrain anyway.

Elena Isaeva

"Do you remember, dear, how you put IT in ..."
* * *

There is only prose,

And why is the beautiful "far away"
So beckons us, leads us along,
Then we will be lonely together
Don't you want to untie, my God ...

There are a bunch of old photos left
An old album is gathering dust in the closet,
And now we have no time for conception,
We quietly chew old gossips ...

And where is the love, where has it gone?
And why does not the blood warm in my veins, -
"Do you remember, dear, how you put IT in?
Now what? And where is this love? "

Love has passed, tomatoes withered, -
There is only prose,
And all this talk is useless
In the soul, in the heart there is only emptiness ...

Gerun Vladimir

What do you want? I really don’t understand.
Love is gone and jealousy is out of place.
And to be honest, I'm not interested
Who are you with now, and where and why.
Trust me if the connection is lost
You can't get it over the phone.
You, apparently, will calm down only then
When I hang up, cursing
But I am calm and unperturbed
We discuss tedious and lengthy
My illnesses and your romances
And this is boring ... Yes, and we want to sleep ...
Long ago the ends were chopped off,
Why do we need empty talk?
Love has passed, the tomatoes wilted.
And, by the way, the cucumbers were badly bred.

Mikhail Polyachek

You gave me armfuls of fly agarics
Three years, once a week - again, and again.
But the sound of "fiery motors" died down -
Love has passed.

Love has passed. Withered tomatoes
The dull bush bent to the ground.
We swore to move mountains for each other,
But they could not.

Well, they couldn't! No sighs, no reproaches -
We parted peacefully: peace, quiet, comfort.
But in quiet happiness, the smack of fly agarics:
The boots are tight.

Boots squeeze, creak in a tight minor,
And they will stop pressing, alas, not soon.

No man's muse

The boots are tight and we are not on the way.
All our conversations are over
Looking down, I do not repeat: "Sorry."

Everything was like in a fairy tale: incomprehensible
Where are you from, why were you waiting for me.
And I'm glad for being very clear
I could say no to you.

I didn't know that I would remember so soon
A funny saying from childhood:
Love has passed, the tomatoes have withered ...
And you are not in the world. Simply no.

Stigmata

Love has passed, tomatoes have withered,
They lacked a drop of warmth
Winter has come to our uncomfortable city,
Such a long winter.

Old fences have sunk in the snow
The light from the lantern got lost in it.
It's snowing all the time, it's just mountains.
White-white without edge and end.

People huddled in stone holes,
They can't freeze now,
And I left my jacket at home today,
And slipped into the darkness.

I remember our conversations
And all the cool you
Love has passed, tomatoes have withered,
And, alas, it is no longer possible to return them.

Ivan Sovkov

Boris Derendyaev's (Borik) response to the poem sent:
Love passed and the roof leaked
The rain had peeled off the paint from the pediment.
And devastation worked over the courtyard,
The floor is rotten, not waiting for the repairmen.

Love has passed, and the boards in the barn,
All were blackened by sad thoughts.
And the ceiling, as if playing,
I blew plaster where the mind is.

Love has passed, the wiring is suddenly closed,
A fountain of sparks - my house almost burned down.
And the leg "broke off" at the chair,
And the bottom row at the log house is all snotty.

Love passed and the stove began to smoke
And suddenly the cistern started leaking in the toilet.
At the gate, the sash completely fell off,
The water supply to the house gave a stream.

Love has passed, the bolt in the door is jammed,
And the barrel "leaked" with water.
And suddenly the hinge slipped away from work,
The door stopped closing again.

Love passed, a nail stuck in my heel,
The impost in the window became completely rotten.
I stumbled on a beam in the attic,
Collecting all the swear words for that love.

Love has passed, and how much failure
Destiny sent her to replace her.
All tasks have become impossible
But business, then - well ... love is gone ...

Parody of Boris Derendyaev:
Love has passed, tomatoes wilted,
Colorado potato beetle ate potatoes.
The bread open spaces broke away
And immediately the green onion turned yellow.

Love is gone, watermelons cracked
And the strawberries rotted at the root.
Corn cobs not ripe
And the cherry did not live to see fruit.

Love has passed, the rains have beaten the oats,
They forgot to take the beets out of the ground.
Cabbage was exterminated by cabbage,
The starlings swept the cherry in an instant.

Love has passed, all melons are overripe,
Raspberries are sharpened by aphids and ants.
A twig of weeds, as if they were stupid,
And the hell never got out of the ground.

Love is gone and it gets colder
So that unripe grapes were frozen.
From apples blows noble rot,
And the plums are beating quietly with hail.

Love has passed and the cucumbers have dried up,
The red carrots are moldy,
And the mice died from the peas,
Why did it happen that love passed?

Love has passed, it has passed, infection,
And how many troubles at once because of her!
And how many vegetables and fruits at once
It went bad. Think! Yo is mine!

Boris Derendyaev

The collective farmer Lyuba was in such a hurry to go home that she forgot to water the tomatoes. Truly, love is gone - the tomatoes wilted.

Although the association between the withering of love and the withering of plants is not traced, there is still a story behind the expression “Love has passed, tomatoes have withered”.

What is the history of this expression?

And the point is precisely in the tomatoes themselves, that is, in their flowering.

So, translated from French, the word "tomato" means "apple of love." And tomatoes were originally grown as a simple ornamental plant, in pots on windowsills.

These pots were also used to decorate gazebos, where lovers would make appointments with pleasure. And the young ladies were very fond of attaching a twig with a flower of this plant to the bodice. Such a twig was considered a symbol of love.

And when the lady stopped wearing this adornment, everyone understood that "love was gone."

This expression became especially popular after Oleg Savostyanov wrote his poems. They were quoted everywhere; no less original response verses were written on these poems.

There are many variations on the theme of past love and withered tomatoes.

Love has passed, tomatoes have withered,
The boots are tight and we are not on the way.
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.
Leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And stumps of white trunks
Sticking into the sky remind me
Night, where we are still sweet to each other.
We parted like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance faded before me.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's ass,
And there is no gap ahead, which is a pity.
It's winter already, the wind howls in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out your boots and putting on your boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I wander the streets like a secular lion.
I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug piece by piece
To live with you for another day.
But meeting at a noisy party
Imagining: I am her, and you are his,
Ask me something abstruse
And about the love of the past - nothing.

based on materials znaniya2011.ru/

After all, everyone has heard this popular expression? But few people know the history of the origin of this sign.

After all, then, quite recently, a person was happy and in love with a partner up to their ears, and then once, and that's it, there was nothing left.

This expression gained the greatest popularity after the poet Oleg Savostyanov wrote his famous verse "Love has passed, tomatoes wilted, boots are shaking and we are not on our way."

Signs and beliefs associated with tomatoes

Why do tomatoes dream?

By the way,. Tomatoes are very beneficial for our most important organ. Tomatoes contain a lot of potassium, which is good for our heart. They also contain lycopene, a powerful antioxidant that prevents the formation of tumors, reduces the likelihood of cardiovascular diseases. And surprisingly, after heat treatment of tomatoes, the amount of this substance in it increases, and its absorption improves. So, be that as it may, our heart simply needs an "apple of love", even raw or cooked, or even in the form of ketchup.

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