The adventures of little Zaryanichka!. Ванда Михайловна Петрова

      The beginning of the third chapter.

      So, playing, Zaryanichka farther and farther from mom, laughing and frolicking on the edge of mom’s spacious clothes.

      The sky listened to amazing singing, admired the morning dawn, which raised its red arms – wings, red flame spread over the blue and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached out to the last flying spark. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka, and she flew, flew to the ground with a small scarlet spark …

      The morning dawn, singing the Song of Life in the entire Universe, does not look back and does not see what is happening there.

      The moon is already in the palace, and it is no longer visible what is happening in the sky, where the Morning Dawn sings the Song of Life. And the Moon does not see how Zarynichka falls …

      The sun behind the high mountain, enchanted by the singing of the Morning Dawn, does not dare to set foot on the mountain so as not to drown out the light of the Morning Dawn with its bright rays. And the Sun also does not see that the daughter of the Morning Dawn Zaryanichka is falling …

      And no one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …

      And Zaryanichka is already flying over the Earth, where at this time of the year there are frosts and snow whirlwinds, where the evil Black Blizzard is raging!

      But there were also snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb high – high.

      Snow whirlwinds, fluffy from snowflakes and frost, with mischief and curiosity peered into the snow veil with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes.

      It was on this day that snowstorms swept past, rising above the clouds, calling out to frost and snowflakes, creating their own melody of winter.