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Snowyflake
                There are loads of tales about Snow Maiden. Some of them
            say she was once made of snow and then animated. But that is
            not quite how it was. Snow Maiden used to be an ordinary girl.
            What distinguished her from other children, was her extraordi-
            nary kindness; she was always the first to come to help, never
            cheated and was as good as her word. In fact, she was a very nice
            girl. Her name was Snowyflake then. It was back in the time that
            children got their names differently, not the way they do now.
            Parents expected time to tell the name of their children. A child
            happened to live nameless for a long while, called just Son or
            Daughter, with the Mother’s name following. It sounded like
            Birch Tear’s Son. But Snowyflake was given the name at her
            birth. While the baby was being born, a violent snowstorm
            came on. The father came into the house and bent over the
            bed to see his newborn daughter. A few snowflakes fell from
            his hair on the baby’s nose. It was what they started calling the
            girl – Snowyflake.
                Once on Christmas Eve it so happened that Snowyflake’s
            mother fell ill, so very ill that people hardly believed she could
            recover. Mum loved Christmas; she baked splendid pies and
            roasted  a goose, stuffed with apples , while singing wonderful
            carols. They brought a beautiful fir-tree from the forest, then
            decorated it, and it charged the home with the fir-tree needle
            fragrance. But that year Father was grieving about Mother’s
            illness so much that he didn’t think about a Christmas tree, it
            would be too much of a holiday.
                Snowyflake tried her best to decorate the room and make a
            good dinner. Having done it, she sat down to relax.
                ‘Christmas  tree…  It  doesn’t  smell.  Why?’  she  heard  her

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