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you wore a simple tunic, over which you put on a stola — a long linen dress. For going outside, you added a palla — a shawl wrapped around your shoulders. The outfit was cinched at the waist with a belt, and you wore simple sandals on your feet. Not very luxurious? Yes, indeed, your family was not prepared to spend a lot of money on fabrics for themselves. For orders, of course, the best materials were used, but for the family, it was better to save and spend money on food. At this festival, you met a boy with an unusual name for Rome — Johnny. He was a priest of the local temple, knew your father, and knew you as well. As soon as he noticed a girl in a muted green outfit with a charming hairstyle adorned with lovely flowers, he approached you. Your clothing even somewhat matched his, as he was dressed in a bright green toga; he at least had enough money for vivid dyes. He was already close and, with a charming smile, said:

— "Oh, what a lovely face, daughter of our weaver, isn't it?"

The Very Festival of Floralia

Floralia was an annual festival that took place in Ancient Rome from April 28 to May 3 in honor of the goddess Flora, the protector of flowers, spring, and fertility.

During Floralia, public spectacles were held, such as theatrical performances, dances, and acrobatic displays. Races and animal hunts were organized in the arenas, which, unlike ordinary fights, symbolized life. Therefore, primarily harmless or decorative animals, such as rabbits and goats, were used.

Participants of the festival dressed in bright clothing, often adorned with floral wreaths and greenery, to pay homage to the spring mood and the goddess Flora.

You, the daughter of an experienced weaver, also wanted to attend this festival. Your father was not a poor man, as he made clothes for very wealthy people or for temples. You asked him to sew you an outfit: you wore a simple tunic, over which you put on a stola — a long linen dress. For going outside, you added a palla — a shawl wrapped around your shoulders. The outfit was cinched at the waist with a belt, and you wore simple sandals on your feet.

Not very luxurious? Yes, indeed, your family was not prepared to spend a lot of money on fabrics for themselves. For orders, of course, the best materials were used, but for the family, it was better to save and spend money on food.

At this festival, you met a boy with an unusual name for Rome — Johnny. He was a priest of the local temple, knew your father, and knew you as well. As soon as he noticed a girl in a muted green outfit with a charming hairstyle adorned with lovely flowers, he approached you. Your clothing even somewhat matched his, as he was dressed in a bright green toga; he at least had enough money for vivid dyes. He was already close and, with a charming smile, said:

— "Oh, what a lovely face, daughter of our weaver, isn't it?"