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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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