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Notherny, Snezhana and Tommy

Winter. Snow silence and snow unconsciousness. A
great cheat and an aesthete, it is able to turn a heap of re-
volting garbage into a sparkling white pavilion with an
invisible splendid enchanted someone, sleeping inside. In
winter everything is illusive and magic. Cities keep win-
ter on a big dirty chain, but as soon as you are clear of
the town, you meet Her Majesty Winter. I live on the bor-
derland between the town and the countryside, and a true
Winter Fairy looks through my windows, inviting, and

there I go sometimes to wander about, and cool my mind
to the normal temperature, and have a talk with Snezhik.
With Snezhik by, snow is falling down like it is now ;
the air is filled with snowflakes. Nearly transparent in
the frosty air, shimmering in the mean winter sun, they
are turning about and about. I hold out my hand to imme-
diately have a few flakes landed on my glove. They all are

magnificent, lace and delicate, they are trembling, ready to
take off my hand once and for all. Trying to hold my breath,
I study the flakes. They all are very beautiful with their
lace so delicate, unique and perfect. Here I discover that
some snowflakes seem broken into halves, with each half
being independent. Then, from somewhere above comes
Snezhik’s ‘hmm’.
‘Hi, are you talking to snowflakes?’ he asks, wearing the
Cheshire Cat’s grin.

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