Ванда Петрова - The adventures of little Zaryanichka!

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.

Zaryanichka among the snow vortices.

Preface to the third chapter.

Readers from the previous chapter already know that the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, 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 the little daughter of the Morning Dawn.

Who will come to her aid and what will happen next with Zaryanichka is read in the narration of this third chapter.

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 …

Snow whirlwinds song

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We are snow whirls!

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

Everywhere we go,

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We all meet,

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

Fiu …

Fiu …

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We roam the world,

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We all know the planet

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

And where that grows,

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

And where does anyone live,

Fiu … Fiu … 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 …

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

My brodim po svetu,

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

Vsyu znayem planetu,

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

I gde chto rastot,

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

I gde kto zhivot.

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

F'yu …

F'yu …

Fluffy snowflakes sang along with snowy whirlwinds in gentle voices …

Song of snowflakes

Ohu o … o u o … o u o …

We are snowflakes for whirlwinds,

Ohu o … o u o … o u o …

Snowy down

Ohu o … o u o … o u o …

From the clouds come,

Ohu o … o u o … o u o …

We are white carpet

everywhere.

Ohu o … o u o … o u o …

Pesnya snezhinok

O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …

My vikhrey snezhinki,

O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …

Snega pushinki,

O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …

Iz tuch priletayem,

O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …

Vso ukryvayem

Belym kovrom

O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …

O-o-o …, u-u-u …, o-o-o …

Together with snowflakes and snow whirls and frost also sang his song …

Song of frost

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

I simply, frost,

M … m … m …

But still, please hide your nose,

M … m … m …

In a hurry, I can pinch you by the nose,

M … m … m …

I am busy very, very always,

Just horror!

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

I am a whirlwind companion,

M … m … m …

So that the snow was flowing,

M … m … m …

Snowflakes were fluffy,

M … m … m …

Near the roads,

On the mound,

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

I simply, frost,

M … m … m …

But still, please hide your nose,

M … m … m …

In a hurry, I can pinch you by the nose,

M … m … m …

I am busy very, very always,

Just horror!

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

Pesnya moroza

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

Ya laskovyy, dobryy, ya, prosto, moroz,

M … m …m …

No vso zhe, pozhaluysta, spryach'te svoy nos,

M … m … m …

Ya v speshke mogu vas za nos ushchipnut',

M … m … m …

Ya zanyatyy ochen' i ochen' vsegda,

Prosto zhut'!

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

Ya vikhryam poputchik,

M … m … m …

Chtob sneg byl sypuchiy,

M … m … m …

Snezhinki pushilis',

M … m … m …

Pukhom lozhilis' vozle dorog,

Na bugorok,

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

Ya laskovyy, dobryy, ya, prosto, moroz,

M … m … m …

No vso zhe, pozhaluysta, spryach'te svoy nos,

M … m … m …

Ya v speshke mogu vas za nos ushchipnut',

M … m … m …

Ya zanyatyy ochen' i ochen' vsegda,

Prosto zhut'!

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

M … m … m …

Picked up the snowy whirlwinds of the freezing Zaryanichka, and to the melody of winter, they carried it, rising up behind the clouds …

The high snowy peaks of the mountains are left behind, and the snow whirlwinds carry everything and carry Zaryanichka …

Snow whirlwinds overshadow the earth and it is not known what waits there …

What will happen to Zaryanichka further, read in the next fourth chapter of this book.

Extended meaning of some words in the second chapter:

– Purga – Black Purga,a kind of snowstorm;

But a snowstorm can also be when the snow does not fall from the clouds on the ground, a snowstorm picks up the already fallen snow on the ground, raises this snow and carries this snow to another place, creating new snowdrifts where there were none;

– Purga also sameis called when thick heavy snow falls from from the clouds, and at the same time a very strong frosty wind is blowing, this winter frosty wind captures the snow on the ground and the snow that falls at that time clouds. And this whole snow: and the one that was already on the ground, and the one that is now falling out of the clouds, drives this whole snow with its force of strong frosty wind.

The wind at this time can change direction, or two winds can blow towards each other.

Preface to the fourth chapter.

In this third chapter, readers will find out who the Black Purga is.

Black Purga, a kind of snowstorm. But a snowstorm can also be when the snow does not fall from the clouds on the ground, a snowstorm picks up the already fallen snow on the ground, raises this snow. And carries this snow to another place, creating new snowdrifts where there were none.

Purgaa is called when thick heavy snow falls from from the clouds, and at the same time a very strong frosty wind is blowing, this winter frosty wind captures the snow on the ground and the snow that falls at that time clouds And this whole snow: and the one that was already on the ground, and the one that is now falling out of the clouds, drives this whole snow with its force of strong frosty wind. The wind at this time can change direction, or two winds can blow towards each other.

There is such a Russian characteristic for Purghia «Neither zgy not seen» – «Nothing not to see», it should be understood in such a way that such a strong frosty wind blows and carries (moves through the air) so much snow that even, if you stretch hand, the fingertips will be badly visible, because of the thick veil of the snow that carries (moves through the air).

When Purga blows, strong howling, whistling sounds are created by the wind, and these sounds can change their intonations, that's why say – Purga howls at all voices, very sadly (sadly – lonely and scary), this howl is very depressing.

According to the plot of the book, Purga is called «black», because Purga, according to the plot of the book, are the forces of evil. Purga according to the book’s plot hates everything bright, hates the Sun, because there is no Purgi under the Sun, hates the light of the day, because when Purga blows, gloomily (not light, but as if evening has already come, even during the day), Purga hates and Morning Dawn, because when the Morning Dawn is in the sky, then Purga also cannot rage, it cannot knock down people (and generally everything) from the road (shoot down – guide to the other side of the road, or to another direction, that the person gets lost (getting lost is not t know which way it should go), and die from the cold in the snow.