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Once upon a time there was a peasant Ivan, and his wife Marya was with him. Ivan and Mary lived in love and harmony, only they had no children. So they grew up alone. They lamented strongly about their trouble and only looking at other people's children were comforted. And there is nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. One day, when winter came and attacked young snow knee -deep, the children poured out the street to play, and our old people sat down to look at them to the window.
The children ran, frolic and began to sculpt a woman from the snow. Ivan and Marya looked silently, thinking. Suddenly Ivan grinned and said:
- Would we go, wife, let me blind a woman!
On Marya, apparently, I also found a cheerful hour.
“Well,” she says, “let's go, take a walk in old age!” Only what do you sculpt for a woman: it will be from you and me alone. Better we blind a child from the snow, if God did not give the living!
“What is true, that is true ...” said Ivan, took his hat and went to the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt a doll from the snow: they rolled the body with handles and legs, put a round lump of snow on top and stuck a head from it.
- God to help? - said someone passing by.
- Thank you, thank you! - answered Ivan.
- Why are you doing?
- Yes, what you see! - says Ivan.
“The Snow Maiden ...” said Marya, laughing.
So they pulled out a nose, made two dimples in the forehead, and just Ivan drew his mouth, as it suddenly died of a warm spirit from him. Ivan in a hurry took his hand, only looks - the dimples in his forehead became a skill, and her bluish eyes look from them, and lips like raspberries smile.
- What is it? Is there any obsession? - said Ivan, putting the sign on himself.
And the doll tilts the head to it, as if alive, and stirred with arms and legs in the snow, like a chest child in diapers.
- Ah, Ivan, Ivan! Cried Marya, trembling with joy. - This is the Lord gives us a child! - And she rushed to hug the Snow Maiden, and from the Snow Maiden, all the snow fell off like a shell from the testicle, and in the arms of Marya there was really a living girl.
- Oh you, my Snow Maiden is dear! - said the old woman, hugging her desired and unexpected child, and ran into the hut with him.
Ivan Nasila came to his senses from such a miracle, and Mary was without memory with joy.
And now the Snow Maiden grows by the day, but by the clock, and that the day, then everything is better. Ivan and Marya are not picked on her. And cheerfully went to their house. Girls from the villages from them are hopeless: they amuse their daughter, like a doll, talk to her, they talk to her, sing songs, play with her in all sorts of games and teach her everything, as what they have. And the Snow Maiden is so smart: it notes and adopts everything.
And in the winter she became definitely a girl of about thirteen: everything understands, she says everything, and in such a sweet voice that you hear. And so she is kind, obedient and welcoming to everyone. And it is white, like snow; Eyes that forget-me-nots, a light blink of a braid to the waist, one blush was not at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And already, she was so useful and good as a sight for sore eyes. And how, it happened, she will play, so comfortable and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone is not admired by the Snow Maiden. The old woman Marya does not have a soul in her.
- Here, Ivan! she used to her husband. - God gave us the joy of old age! My sorrow has passed!
And Ivan told her:
- Thanksgiving to the Lord! Here the joy is not eternal, and sadness is not endless ...
Winter passed. The spring sun began to play joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. Murava grew up on the gestures, and the lark sang. Already red girls gathered in a round dance under the village and sang:
- Spring is red! What did I come to what I came to? ..
- On a bait, on a harrow!
And the Snow Maiden was bored.
- What about you, my child? - Mary told her more than once, clamping her. - Are you sick? You are all so gloomy, completely slept from the face. Has a unkind man jinx you?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
- Nothing, grandmother! I am healthy...

So the last snow was driven by spring with her red days