And heard the call of Morning, the nightingales whistled and snapped …
All feathered inhabitants of the Earth chirped …
Chok! Chok!
Chok! Chick …!
So, she plays, Zaryanichka moves further and further away from her mother, laughing and frolicking on the edge of her spacious mother's clothes.
The heavens listened to the wondrous singing, admired the Morning Dawn, which raised its scarlet arms – wings, red flame spread over the transparent blue, and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached the last flying spark. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka and Zaryanichka flew like a tiny scarlet spark …
Zaryanichka's mother, Morning Dawn, sings the Song of Life to the entire universe, does not look around and does not see what is happening there.
The sky admires Morning Dawn and does not see what is happening in the distance.
The moon is in its lunar palace. And the Moon does not see the falling Zarinichka …
The clear Sun behind a 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 bright rays.
No one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …
And Zaryanichka already flies over the Earth in jets of morning fresh air, where at this time of the year there are frosts and blizzards, where the evil Black Blizzard is raging!
But there were also snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb higher and higher. And there, on the frosty heights, whirlwinds of snow swirled. Long eyelashes with snow whirlwinds from frosty frost turned white, fluffy.
And snow whirlwinds fluffy from snowflakes and frost with mischief and curiosity peered into the snow cover with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes, echoing with frost and snowflakes, creating its own melody of winter …
Song of snow whirlwinds
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We are snow whirls!
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Everywhere we go,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We all meet,
Fiu…, Fiu … Fiu …
Pesnya snezhnykh vikhrey
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
My – snezhnyye vikhri!
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vezde my byvayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vsekh my vstrechayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vso zametayem.
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
F'yu …
F'yu …
Snow whirlwinds carried to the melody of winter, either rising from the clouds or falling to fluffy snowdrifts.
Like swings, then up and down, Zaryanichka flies in a snow …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Snow vortices obscure the earth and it is not known what awaits uou Zaryanichka …
What happens to Zaryanichka further, read in the next third chapter of this book.
Extended meaning of some words in the first chapter:
– Black Purga – in the narrative is the embodiment of evil deeds.
CHAPTER 3
Zaryanichka among snow whirlwinds
Preface to the third chapter.
Readers from the previous chapter already know that Dawn's little daughter Zaryanichka wanted to catch a flying spark and fell …
And no one sees that little Zaryanichka is no longer with them.
In this third chapter, readers will learn about the further adventures of Morning Dawn's little daughter.
Who will come to her aid and what will happen next with Zaryanichka, we read in the narration of this third chapter.
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 …