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    The Snowdrops. Chapter 3

    Chapter 3 Grandma Glasha, Exams, and the Apple Tree Branches The morning was sunny, and Dina found it easy to get up quarter to seven, as usual, even though she went to bed very late last night and could not fall asleep for a while. Warm, playful, and fresh rays of sunshine flooded the room, washed with morning dew, with a short, but powerful rain in the night, and with moisty spring fog. Dina got out of bed, clicked the latch and opened the window. Tingling, pricky and fragile air of the cool May morning breathed her in the face with the aroma of blooming apple trees. Huge white flowers,…

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    The First Snow. Chapter 1

    “The First Snow” Chapter 1 Sudden Changes in Life Twilight thickened over the woods. The orange sky started to fade, the sun was long hidden over the horizon, and the bluish fog was crawling from underneath the crowns of the trees onto the prairies, overgrown with yellow feather grass. Every sound was clearly heard in the cold, clear and humid air of late September. But in Obifreemall’s ears there were only the howls of wolves that came from behind his back. His imagination painted scary teeth and mouths, filled with foam, prepared to snap on his neck. Out of fear Obifreemall ran even faster. His paws were getting tangled in…

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    The Snowdrops. Chapter 1

    Chapter 1 A Friend in Need Is a Friend Indeed Dina was standing on the road, in the light of the streetlight, squeezing a watch and a rumpled envelope in her hands. She was gazing with anxiety and thoughtfulness in her eyes at the stars, paled by the glare of yellow streetlights. It was a cool evening in May, and the nightingales soundly trilled in the bushes of lilac. Dina’s heart was filled with impatience and joy. Today! Today it will happen! Today she will meet her friend once again! She had not seen Nicklis in four years. Dina glanced at the letter in her hands. A few days ago,…

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    The Snowdrops. Chapter 2

    Chapter 2 The Spirit of the Blue Bird When Dina opened her eyes, she knew right away that it was late, because her mom was rattling with the dishes, placing them on the table for dinner. It was probably around seven in the evening. Dina sat up, took off a soft blanket. Nicklis was gone, and it suddenly made her sad. She thought he was here, next to her all this time, but apparently not… She could hear Igor’s happy voice from the kitchen. He was telling Olga all he learned while attending a conference today. It was about all the different kinds of orchids. From his exclamations Dina learned…

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    The Redhaired Friend. Chapters 8 and 9

    Chapter 8 The Power of a Song Orlina had just finished her classes and walked outside, squinting in the sun. She cheerfully greeted her brother and friends and froze, because behind them stood Larenon, tall and strong. “What’re you doing here? I thought, I saw you being kicked out of here first thing in the morning,” said Orlina in a strict voice. “I wanted to see someone, so needed to return,” answered Larenon in a rather calm tone. Now he surely did not look as impudent as last time in the classroom. “Whom?” asked Orlina. “Nicklis,” explained Larenon. “But I would not like to talk to him here, only outside…

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    The Redhaired Friend. Chapters 6 and 7

    Chapter 6 The Blue Bird Soon enough Oruell’ made a humble dinner that consisted of mashed potatoes and vegetables. The dinner table was fit next to the entrance to the kitchen, and it was put together before the meal, because otherwise it took too much space. It was covered with a dark-burgundy tablecloth, the candles were arranged in the middle – there was no other light on the house. Dina gazed around with admiration. No matter how small this house was, it was very cozy. The candles and the fireplace added charm to the mysterious atmosphere of the autumn evening. Oruell’ brought white plates with faded gilding on them from…

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    The Redhaired Friend, Chapters 4 and 5

    Chapter 4 Humans cannot believe in things they cannot touch. Days passed by. Autumn was in its full power, and the town was slowly being wrapped into spotted golden-red haze of yellowed leafage. The sun rose later and later and set earlier and earlier every day, the nights became cold. By the end of September, it became obvious that summer came to an end. Autumn came to Dina’s soul as well. At nights she lit up her candles and silently sat in the mysterious twilight – she would paint or read something and listen to the howling of the cold wind and the slashing of the rain. Everyone got used…

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    The First Story of Elvia. Chapter 1

    Here is my first translated chapter. It is not perfect, I am not a native English-speaker, but at least it is a little better than automatic translation. Enjoy! “The Redhaired Friend” Chapter 1 I got it. And there is nothing to worry about. It was the First of September – there is no day worse than this one. You have to pull on the school uniform, cheer and rejoice that the new school year had started, when it is the least thing you want to do. Dina gloomily strolled the street, stepping long and boldly as she always walked, and looked around herself. There, it is still summer! Who came…