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      Beginning of the third chapter.

      So, playing, Zaryanichka farther and farther away from her mother, laughing and frolic on the edge of her mother’s spacious clothes.

      Heaven listened to amazing singing, admired the morning dawn, which raised its red hands – wings, a red flame spread across the blue and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached for the last tiny to spark flying by. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka, and she flew flew to the ground like a tiny scarlet sparkstar …

      Morning Dawn, Sings the Song of Life throughout the Universe, does not look back and does not see what is being done there.

      The Moon is already in its 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 …

      Sun behind a high mountain, fascinated by the singing of the Morning Dawn, does not dare to step on the mountain so as not to dampen the light of the Morning Dawn with bright rays. And the Sun also does not see that the little 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 Purga is raging!

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

      The snow whirlwinds, fluffy from snowflakes and hoarfrost, with mischief and curiosity peered into the snowy shroud with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes, rising above the clouds, calling to the frost and snowflakes, creating their own melody of winter …