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‘Virtual?  What do you mean?’ Snezhik’s ears moved in
            odd directions in a funny way. ‘Magic?’
                ‘No, the Internet. We chat there, tell each other stories
            or show pictures and photos. There’s nothing like the In-
            ternet for instant feedback. It’s handy.’
                ‘ I didn’t quite get how you do it, but why don’t we make
            virtual friends?’ Snezhik said solemnly, showing a set of
            tiny crystal teeth.
                ‘How that?’ I was surprised.
                ‘ That’s a piece of magic cake! I’ll show you dreams. At
            times you fancy me to tell or show you something,  just
            come up to the window at night, open it a crack and say
            “Snezhik, dear, tell me something”. And here you are, wel-
            come to listen to my snow story. And the night I knock
            on your pane, you’ll tell me yours. I guess you often have
            white nights, the floor is yours then.’
                ‘And when can we see round here?’
                ‘We will some time, no doubt.  Ain’t we friends?’ Say-
            ing that, Snezhik dispersed into a snow cloud and flew up
            onto the next roof that  might offer a better view site not
            to miss the upcoming deliveries of snow, or maybe it was
            someone else who’d called Snezhik for a fairy tale. And I
            went home, thinking how lucky I was to make friends with
            wonderful people.











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