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Snezhik flew off my shoulder and floated above, glar-
ing at me.
‘Why sun splinters?’ I was confused. ‘What is it that
might happen to them?’
‘Alright, then listen, you selfish girl. I’ll tell you a story.’
Snezhik settled down on my shoulder again and
started telling his story.
Once upon a time there lived a kind woman, a single
mother. She had a very good son, a second grader. He
was so smart and good- looking ; his mum was proud of
him. Until once ---
At a parents’ assembly the mum’s son was said to
act up as, running during the break time, he broke a
valuable vase on the windowsill. Mum felt bitter and
ashamed, she got angry. The son was waiting for her in
the playground. He rushed to mum happily, only to hear
her ‘Naughty, naughty, go away!’ Mum pushed him aside,
her voice held the sound of angry tears. ‘Your teacher
told me about your assault’.
She said a great deal more of unfair insulting words,
making her son burst out crying, and still she went on. Fi-
nally, she shook her son, then pushed him forward not to
see his unhappy face with tears running down his cheeks,
and cried out with heat , ‘ Better hang you, bastard!’
What counts here is that it was snowing with flakes
whirling round and round and gleaming alarmed. As
far as the woman cried out her last words, they folded
into a soft ball that stretched itself into a snow worm
and flew slowly towards the forest. That was how a very
dangerous creature, Mean Snow Boa, was born.

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