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Sun Games

Previous to the holiday it snowed. It was not a blizzard,
not a storm, just snow flurries, continuously thicking old
snowdrifts. In the nighttime snow ploughs were grumbling
angrily; life went on its way with light snow on.
On March 8th the sun came out, unexpected. It pushed
its way in a cloud crowd and shone brightly. It looked like
congratulations on the Women’s Day. Then came celestial
hide-and-sick games. The sun hid its face behind the fastest
cloud and the cloud started glowing from inside, then shook
and shed snowflakes to the ground.
‘What are they doing?’ I wondered.
‘Curiosity’s tearing you apart, right?’ giggled someone
inside a fresh snowdrift and my old friend came up.
‘ Snezhik, you’re back! Haven’t seen you for ages!’
‘Looks like ages. Not so long, really.’ While saying that,
Snezhik was hopping, trying to shake off extra snow to look
proper.
I was already used to Snezhik’s reshaping to its taste.
“ However the snow falls” – that was his favourite saying.
That time the snow fell to take shape of a fluffy white dog,
not much bigger than my terrier Euric.
‘ Walk me!’ The snow dog jumped up in his joy and
dashed forward.
High above the sun was still playing, its rays shining
through the clouds and making the weather turn from nice
to gloomy. That was very interesting to look at and I stopped
again and again.

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