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First Snow Maiden story

Hardly had I gone to bed, when out of the windowsill
rose a hum of activity and grumbling, and then Snezhik’s
voice informed, ‘Your windowsill is too hot today.’
‘Hi , Snezhik, so good you are back! You may move to the
right corner, it’s always cold.’
There was more activity behind the curtain resulting in
a pleased expression on Snezhik’s face.
‘Hi, you’re right, it’s cool here. How are you?’
‘Fine, thanks. Snezhik, you once said you knew Father

Frost and Snow Maiden,’ I began cautiously. ‘ But some peo-
ple say they’re just in our mind.’
‘Oh, those “some”. Always spoiling magic. Both Father
Frost and Snow Maiden are reality, like you and me. Or you
think I’m just in your mind as well?’ Snezhik’s big blue eyes
narrowed.
‘No, Snezhik, you are real.’ I smiled. ‘Then, how do you
explain that each matinee brings its own Father Frost and
Snow Maiden, but some of them look familiar? Are they re-
ality too?’
‘You may take it from me, they all have magic powers.’
‘Magic what?’
‘Powers. It means they are in charge to represent magi-
cians at the feast. Would you like me to tell you how it all
started? It could make a number of points clear.’
‘ Of course, I would.’ I clapped my hands and prepared
to listen.
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