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She went on and I thought her snowflakes might get
            filled with an anticipation of a HOLIDAY.
                At my entrance Snezhik offered me his cold nose for a
            kiss and, crumbling into drifting snow, flew away on his
            snow business. I stood still a little, letting in the cold air
            my breath filled with gratitude to Snezhik for a wonder-
            ful magical morning.













































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