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Then I realized why her eyes had such a cold and
mysterious look. She could see only a dream world,
HER dream world. We made friends; she was my first
friend among people. Now I saw how wonderful people
could be with their emotions: like fine wine that makes
you feel dizzy, then dying and reborn. I got an ability
to FEEL.
The girl’s name was Anastasia. She was fourteen. I
could hear the music she was playing for hours, sit-
ting at her magnificent white grand piano. Her small
fingers were creating the notes that made all my entire
swirl up like a tornado. Once Anastasia asked me what
I looked like and I asked her back to describe my looks
the way she saw them. And this is the image she gave
me: a marvellous fluffy kitten. She also said the name
of Snelf did not agree with me, Snezhik– that’s my
name. Here am I, Snezhik, the one she saw me. I adored
accompanying her snowflakes, the most beautiful I’d
seen since the first day of Snow. And what incredible
songs she was singing! When she went back into for-
ever, I couldn’t help crying. I nearly melted down. Then
I flew to my mum to make it up with her. I must’ve be-
come an adult then. It’s about three hundred years I’ve
been like the one you’ve met and I’ve been keeping
Anastasia in mind all the while. A few snowflakes born
by her breath belong to Eternity. Don’t ask me ques-
tions about eternal snowflakes, that’s another story.’
I came up to the window, opened it wider and kissed
Snezhik’s cold hard nose. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered

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