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‘Hi, Snezhik, there is something wrong with the flakes,
they are broken.’
‘They are not broken, just separated, as somebody’ s
lost their soulmate, their beloved. When the lovers sepa-
rate, their inner world empties or halves. And snowflakes
reflect emotions. That’s why they come out splendid, but
not perfect’.
‘Come on, Snezhik, tell me about them. It’s a long time
you’ve told me stories. I want a love story.’
Snezhik grinned and puffed out; frost on his cheeks
bristled. ‘ Love forever, princes, stuff like that. Oh, those
girls!’

‘You’re kidding, what do I have to do with girls?’ I
laughed.
‘So, you mean you’re a boy. Come to think of it!’
Snezhik’s eyes flashed blue ice, he looked surprised.
‘Not a boy, of course. I’m a woman, a grown up.’
‘Don’t be silly, girl. Your entity cannot grow up. I may be
house-size or look like a fluffy kitten, I can even turn into a
white horse - good enough as well. But it won’t change my
essence; I’ll always be a snow elf. As for you, you’re a girl,
funny and romantic, maybe not so light and good at jump-
ing as used to be, but thinking of yourself as of a woman.
Your looks can’t cheat me. I’m ancient and wise enough
to see it.’ Snezhik smiled.’ Alright then, here’s my story, it
came to me from the North Wind that enjoys playing with
snowflakes.
Being incomplete, that snowflake looked perfect as
well. Even though it was just a Half. Its other half failed

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