Somewhere, once there lived a king and he had a son and a daughter. Oh what a couple. The boy is like a red sun, and the girl is like a bright dawn! How brother and sister will walk hand in hand through the garden, a consolation to the old father, a feast for the eyes of the whole world!

Once the king went for a ride with his daughter, but a whirlwind came over them, and the princess disappeared from the carriage!

The king screams, looks around, and she has already gone cold. The king sent servants to all corners, they roam the country, the princess, like a needle in a haystack, they are looking for, they can not find anywhere.

The king grieved, cries, wails. And his son says to him:

“Ah, father, and I have a stone in my heart. But do not kill yourself, do not lose hope. I'll go look for my sister myself, maybe I'll find it somewhere!

The king blessed his son, gave him weapons, and collected them for the journey.

The prince goes through the mountains, through the valleys, calls his sister, asks all the people he meets, has anyone seen, heard anyone? But about the sister neither hearing nor spirit.

He walked and walked through the mountains, through the valleys, and finally got to a large lake, and there a flock of ducks swims. He pulled the gun from his shoulder, took aim at the largest.

- Stop, good fellow, stop! Don't kill me, I'll still be useful to you! the duck calls to him. “I know where you are heading!” Go this way: your sister is in the castle at the Wind.

The prince was surprised, hung his gun on his shoulder and walked on. He walks and wanders, suddenly a large anthill stands in his way, preventing him from passing. The prince began to stir him. The ants ran around, got worried, then a big ant with wings crawls out and says: - Do not destroy my palace, good fellow! Go around it on the right side, and I'll still be useful to you!

The prince smiled at such speeches and left the anthill in place to stand.

He walked and walked and reached the dense forest thickets. So confused that he doesn't know where to go. He sees - a path, and even that dry stump is overgrown, and that stump is full of bees. The prince pulled out a sharp sword, wants to chop the stump, but then the queen bee crawls out.

- Do not touch, good fellow, my house, go around it on the right side, and I will serve you.

The prince obeyed, walked around the stump and began to pave his way further. He finally made his way through the thicket and sees - on a bare peak there is a high castle.

- Well, thank God, I got it all the same! He sighed and began to climb the mountain. Yes, it wasn’t there, a black whirlwind flew at him, knocking him off his feet. The prince crawled on all fours through the stiff grass and with great difficulty found himself at the top. He went up to the castle, knocked - no one answered. He enters the chambers, in some, in others - no one. And only in the third he sees - the godfather Wind, the king of the winds, is sitting, blowing through the window with all his urine.

The wind king turned to the prince and said:

- Welcome, son-in-law, welcome!

And he, without delay, to the point - he demands his stolen sister back.

“Look, you are so smart,” the Wind answers him. - Wait, don't rush! Now you are in my power! - picked it up and carried it to the seashore. He took off the ring from his finger, and how he would throw it into the middle of the sea.

- If you bring me this ring by morning, I will give you my sister, and if you fail, go where you came from!

Our prince froze, he could not say a word from fear. The king of the winds laughed and soared up, only managed to shout, in the morning, they say, see you!

The prince wanders along the seashore, mourns. Suddenly a duck flies to him:

“Hey,” he shouts, “brother, don’t be sad, go to bed.” You gave me life. And I will help you. I'll bring you this ring!

At dawn, the prince wakes up, and the ring is already on his finger. He was overjoyed beyond words, and then the Wind-King himself complains to him:

“Well,” he asks, “what and how?” Where is my ring?

- Here he is! - answers the prince, - and gives him a ring.

- Okay, - the Wind grins, - but that's not all, follow me! The Wind lifted the prince to the highest tower of the castle, took a bag of poppies with him and let it go from top to bottom down the wind.

- If you collect this poppy by morning, then I will free my sister and you and her together!

The prince is saddened, looks around and sighs heavily. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a winged ant.

“Do not be sad, brother,” he says to the prince, “go to bed, and we will collect all the poppies for you by morning.”

The prince's heart was relieved and he went to sleep. In the morning, the Wind, the king of the winds, appeared on the tower, and the poppy was already all collected, in a bag.

“Be your way,” he said, puffing, “take your sister, since you are so quick, but first find her among the twelve girlfriends!”

- That's all! The prince chuckled. - What kind of brother is this, if he does not find his own sister!

Yes, as soon as the king of red maidens began to show him, and they all look the same! Everyone smiles at the prince, everyone says:

- Hello brother, hello!

The prince's eyes darkened, he realized that his affairs were bad. But then a bee flies up to him and whispers in his ear:

- Nothing, well done, do not be afraid! The one I sit on is your sister. The prince rejoiced, looking where the bee would land. He saw, ran up to his sister, hugged her, shouted:

“Here she is, my sister.

“That’s right,” the Wind, the king of the winds, answered, puffing out his cheeks, “I won’t hold on anymore, go on your way!”

The brother and sister did not make themselves ask for a long time and hurried home. The father rejoiced when he saw how the brother walked hand in hand with the saved sister. And everyone around was something to look at!

To the grandson Vadka and all dreamers and dreamers

Ch. 1. Magic ship
GL. 2. Meeting with Alice
Ch. 3. Adventures in the underwater kingdom
Ch. 4. Through the Looking Glass
Ch. 5. Trials in the Black Labyrinth
Ch. 6. Fight in Coral Bay
Ch. 7. Big Rat and his witches
Ch. 8. Leshik and the Gemstone Forest
Ch. 9. Meeting with the Serpent Gorynych
Chapter 10. Visiting Nikita Selyanovich
Chapter 11 green river
Chapter 12 Encounter in the Ice Mountains
Chapter 13. Surprises of the Crystal Palace
Chapter 14. Fire arrows against witch clouds
Chapter 15. last fight
Epilogue

CHAPTER FIRST

MAGIC SHIP

One day winter night, When full moon flooded the sleeping houses and deserted streets of one of the cities of Russia with its silvery light, a quiet melodious ringing suddenly rang out in the frosty air, as if thousands of tiny bells at once decided to ring a little. It was this ringing that probably woke up Vadka, who was sleeping peacefully with his friends, the same pupils of an orphanage as he was, in a bedroom on the second floor of an old building.

It is surprising that only he woke up and heard this ringing, and his comrades, even true friend Styopka continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. But Vadka immediately realized that this was not just. After all, he was very fond of reading different books and, especially, fairy tales and magic stories. That is why it immediately became clear to him that such a ringing happens only before the beginning of a real, real fairy tale.

And indeed! The transparent curtains of the window began to shimmer with golden light. This light flared up brighter and brighter, and suddenly Vadka saw an unusual ship flying right at him outside the window! The hull of the ship shimmered with orange-brown colors, the sails shone with a pale pink color, and flags fluttered on the masts, despite the fact that there was no wind. The flags were just amazing. On them, on a blue-blue background, was depicted ... the wind! Yes, yes, the wind! I don’t know how the artist managed to draw it, but the fact that it was the wind, and the wind was not easy, but magical, was clear at first sight. Vadka looked at all these miracles with all his eyes and wondered: "Is this a dream or not a dream?"

But no, it was not a dream! The ship sailed majestically right up to the window and stopped. Someone said: “Meow, murr - lower the ladder,” and right through the window, without breaking it for some reason, a ship ladder descended into the room (sailors call a ladder a ladder). According to him, the cat entered the room importantly! He was wearing a hat with a wonderful plume, in a black camisole embroidered with silver, in high boots, and a real sword hung on his side. In his left paw he held a telescope. Taking off his wonderful hat with a graceful movement, he said: - Meow-murr, I greet you, my young friend! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the cat Meowmurr, captain. The captain of the ship from the magical land of fabulous winds. And what is your name?

Vadka wanted to say that the caregivers of the shelter call him Vadik, and his friends Vadka, but he caught himself in time - after all, it’s not serious to introduce yourself to the Cat-Captain with such frivolous names.

My name is Vadim,” he said proudly.

Vadimur! the guest exclaimed. “That’s what you will be called in our magical land.” But let me tell you the reason for my visit.

Vadka automatically nodded, and the Cat, sitting down in an old armchair that appeared from nowhere behind him, began his story.

The Story of the Fairy World as told by Captain Meow Murr

Imagine, Vadimiur, that in addition to your world in which you live, there is another world - the world of fairy tales and fantasies. It is in this world that the fabulous wind is born. This wind originates in magical meadows and forest clearings, where amazing scarlet flowers grow. When the rays of the sun, moon or stars fall on these flowers, they begin to softly play magical melodies. At this moment, invisible whirlwinds arise around the storytellers sitting in such meadows, which, absorbing the thoughts of storytellers, music and the scent of flowers, unite and turn into a fabulous wind. And only this wind gives life to our fabulous people. It fills the sails of our ships, turns the wings of our windmills, energizes the inhabitants and allows them to perform miracles. He breaks into other worlds. And then writers and poets, musicians and inventors appear there.

Meow-murr was silent for a while, probably in order for Vadka to properly imagine a magical country and a fairy-tale wind, and then he continued: - I know that you, Vadimiur, love fairy tales. After all, around everyone who reads and tells different stories, or at least invents something new a little, this invisible whirlwind arises - an echo of our fabulous wind. Here is my ship and sailed on the breeze from your room. It looks like you dreamed about something in your dream. Yes, and no wonder. You must have read something in the evening.

He stroked the spine of the book with his paw, which Vadka actually read before going to bed, and it, responding to his touch, shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.

Vadka silently nodded in response. He still did not understand what this wonderful Cat wanted from him.

Well, if so, - Meow-murr sat down in his chair again, - let's move on to the most important thing. The fact is that our beautiful fairy-tale world is threatened with death!

Two large transparent tears rolled out of the captain's eyes and, sparkling like diamonds, fell on the black velvet of the camisole. The cat, without even noticing this, continued: - Once, on an unfortunate day, the earth on central square of our capital opened up, and from the resulting hole crawled out a disgusting three-headed, tailed Big Rat. At the same time, holes also formed in all the magical glades, and a myriad of strange creatures resembling rats and people at the same time. We called them gnats. They all smoked huge stinking cigarettes and cigarettes, and that's probably why they coughed deafeningly. This cough drowned out the melody of magical flowers, and the smoke from cigarettes and cigarettes turned into huge black clouds and somehow unusually quickly eclipsed the entire sky. Soon not a single ray of the sun, not a single reflection of the moon, not a single spark of stars could break through to our flowers. And they fell silent. Our fabulous wind, which brought us energy and life, died down, and our whole world was in the grip of evil gnaws and their king, the Big Rat. They imprisoned the storytellers in the dungeon, and with the help of witchcraft they were able to capture the fairy wind itself.

Yes, yes, - Meow-murr noticed Vadka's surprise, - the gnaws found such terrible large leather bags, into which, apparently because of their curiosity and curiosity, the wind flew in, and then the bags slammed shut, and the wind was at the mercy of the gnaws. And now when they need to use magic power wind, they open one of those awful bags.

But after all, if the wind is no longer born, then their supply will soon run out, ”Vadka exclaimed.

Of course, - the Cat confirmed, - but the gnaws, because of their greed, do not think about it. Yes, and they will live without a fabulous wind. But our world will wither away! - and again a tear rolled out of the Cat's eye.

The most amazing thing is that none of our wise men could guess from what fairy tale this monster appeared - the Big Rat.

And I know, - Vadka suddenly exclaimed, - he is from the fairy tale "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King."

That's just the point, that is not present, - the Cat has objected. - The Mouse King, as it was invented by the great storyteller Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, if you remember, had seven heads decorated with golden crowns, and this one has only three heads and each of them has an iron helmet with black crosses in the form of spiders. In addition, we checked - the Mouse King is safely in his fairy tale, and the girl Marie and the Nutcracker himself are looking after him. Yes, - Meow-murr sighed heavily, - it was only later that we realized that the Big Rat and his gnaws came from a cruel world in which, unlike yours and ours, three terrible sorceresses have long reigned: Envy-Thief, Greedy- Beef and Zlyuka-Kluka.

While Vadka thought about this amazing story The cat thoughtfully pointed his spyglass into the air and took out a cup of steaming coffee right from there.

Oh, I beg your pardon, - he thought to himself, - you, my friend, also do not interfere with refreshment before a long journey.

He once again twirled his pipe in the air, and right in front of Vadka a small table appeared, floating in the air, on which stood a tall crystal glass with golden juice, and next to it, on a thin porcelain saucer, delicious cakes flaunted.

Thank you, - Vadka thanked embarrassedly.

Having bitten off a piece that immediately melted in his mouth, leaving a feeling of unprecedented deliciousness, he washed it down with juice and felt such a surge of energy that he was ready to immediately start dancing, jumping, somersaulting or running somewhere at breakneck speed. By the way, what kind of road did Meow-murr mention?

Yes, yes, - the Cat shook his head, as if he had heard Vadya's question, and finished his coffee. - It's time for us to pack up. You won't refuse to help our world, will you? Yes, and mine too. After all, the fabulous wind is weakening in your country, and its weak gusts are felt only due to the fact that there are still books here and they are being read. But gradually, under the influence of evil sorcery, the books will grow old and disappear, and boredom and despondency will reign in you too, and envy, greed and anger will come after them.

But what can I do? Vadka asked confusedly. - I still know little and can do it. I still have to learn everything.

Well, your modesty is commendable, - Meow-murr nodded, - but do not forget, you have to act in a fairy-tale country where leading role honesty, kindness, courage, as well as fiction and fantasy play. True, there is a girl somewhere else who, according to our legends, should help you, but that part of the magic book of predictions, where it is written how to find her, was captured by gnaws.

But still, how can I help you? I have absolutely no idea how to do this.

Vadka tried to remember some fairy tale similar to the story that the Cat told in order to understand what to do in such a situation, but nothing like that came to mind.

It doesn't matter, - the Cat waved his paw. - The main thing is that you agree, and how to act will become clear on the spot.

And then Vadka made up his mind. After all, you can’t allow some nasty witches and gnaws to steal fairy tales, books, music and fun from people!

I agree, - he said, and at the same moment Meow-murr waved his paw and Vadka found himself on a magical ship.

Far, far away in the heart of the forest grows a tall oak tree. He is so tall that he almost rests on the sky. A house is hidden among the thick branches. It is very beautiful, the walls are painted brown, and the roof is green, the color of the leaves. Windows and doors are round. On the roof there is a silver weather vane - a flag. In summer, the house is not visible at all because of the leaves, and in winter, if you try very hard, you can see it.

The wind family lives in the house.

Dad is very strict. He always has a lot of work. Then it is necessary to transfer dark rain clouds to fields and meadows in order to water wheat, oats, flowers. Then drive away white clouds from the sun so that the kids can walk on the street.

Only he will overtake the clouds, and helpers from the forest and the garden call him. The trees wanted to drink, cherries, apples, pears do not grow well without water. The wind is rushing. We must hurry everywhere.

Mom will put things in order at home, cook dinner and also rush to work. And the son of the breeze with her. He studies and tries to help. First they go to the river. There are ships, yachts, boats. Mom slowly blows on the sails and they come to life, tremble. The boats leave the shore. Rejoice in the wind, run a race, compete. Who is the smartest? Who is the fastest?

The water is blue, the sails are white. How beautiful! The little breeze looks at the river and forgets about everything, and his mother calls him:

It's time for us to go to the park. Check out the chicks. Moms and dads fly away from the nest. They need midges, worms to collect in order to feed the children. The chicks are left unattended.

The baby wind is in a hurry. It is very interesting for him to climb trees, look into the nests, how the kids grow up there.

Here is a fidget chick climbed onto the edge of the nest, it looks like it will fall down. The wind blows on the branch, threatens:

Climb back to the nest. You fall to the ground!

And the sparrow is stubborn. He is very curious - what is there on earth? He hasn't learned to fly yet, but he's already peeping out.

Then the breeze blows stronger, the feathers of the chick tickle. But the sparrow holds on tenaciously with its paws. The wind blows stronger and stronger.

Chick - chirp! Chick-chirp!

The baby could not resist and fell to the bottom of the nest to his brothers and sisters, right on their heads. Squeaking, chirping, fussing kids, and it's not difficult to push someone out.

The breeze blew even harder, threatened with a branch, and immediately subsided.

Well done! - Whispering mother praises her son.

She shakes a branch on a neighboring tree, lulls the chicks in the nest. The kids are bored without their parents. Quiet rocking calms and the chicks fall asleep.

Mom smiles. Everything is fine. Time at work flew by quickly.

We have worked hard with you. Dad will be pleased that you helped, - mother praises her son.

Now you can go home. Dinner is waiting. We need to gain new strength, in the evening we will help dry the laundry, I saw how sheets and duvet covers were hung up today.

The baby wind flies home with his mother and thinks about the evening. He will try to blow like papa, he will inflate the sheets like sails! Will play with mom and hide in a pillowcase...

Once upon a time Veterok lived in the world, he was still quite young, inexperienced. And such a slut! Everything would be for him to play, but to have fun. Somehow he flew out for a walk and thinks about what to do, with whom to play. Suddenly he sees a girl walking along the path along the river. So beautiful, so elegant, in a straw hat!

- Let's play! The breeze laughed and blew on the girl.

At that moment, the hat flew off her head and fell into the river.

- Oh, you nasty breeze! Get out of here! It was my new hat! - the girl got angry.

The breeze was a little upset, but soon forgot about it and flew on. He flew and flew and saw a young mother with a stroller sitting on a bench and reading a book.

- Let's play! - the breeze was delighted and swirled around.

“They will definitely want to play with me,” Veterok thought, and went down to them. Let me play with you!

But only the children were not at all happy about the appearance of Veterok. Because from his breath, the roller was blown to the side, and they could not hit it with a racket in any way.
You ruined the whole game for us! they said to the wind. We don't want to play with you.

Here Veterok was completely upset and flew away. He sat on the top of the tallest pine tree and wept. The sun, which was walking in the sky, heard his cry and turned to the Wind:

"Baby, why are you crying?"

Nobody wants to play with me. Everyone kicks me out, they say that I'm nasty and bother them. Nobody needs me! Veterok explained through tears.

- Before starting to play, you asked them if they wanted to play? Maybe at that moment they were busy with something else? Maybe you interrupted them?

No, I didn't. Don't everyone want to play, how can I interfere with someone?! Wind was surprised.

“You can,” Sunny smiled affectionately. “Still, you are the wind, and you are not always in the right place. Instead of playing with those who are doing something else, you better look around and see how many people need your help.

- To whom, for example? Wind asked.

- You see, that grandmother over there, who is sitting on the bench. It seems to me that she would not refuse a light breeze,” Sunny said.

The breeze went down and heard the words of the grandmother:

- Well, it's hot today, and even I walked quickly, tired, worn out. If only the breeze blew, refreshed.

- Grandma, here I am. Do you want me to blow on you? – happily asked her Veterok.

— Yes, son. Please, Grandma said.

The breeze blew on my grandmother, and she felt much better.

“Thank you,” she said.

Today is a good day, sunny. The laundry will dry quickly. If only the breeze would blow, then we would have time to hang another basin.

“Here I am,” Veterok rejoiced. - I'll help you now!

“Thank you, you are our helper,” the woman thanked Veterok.

— I can grind the grain today if the wind blows. Until he is gone.

“Oh, what a pity, I really need flour for tonight!” - upset his interlocutor.

- I can help you! – Shouted them from above Veterok.

He began to blow on the mill with all his strength to bring its blades to work. Soon the mill started spinning, spinning, and the miller managed to grind the grain.

Thank you, Veterok! the miller thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

“Oh, he doesn’t want to swim at all,” one complained to the other.

- Can I play with you? Wind asked. - I will blow on the boat, and it will easily sail forward.

- Hooray! Yes! We really want! the boys rejoiced.

The breeze played with the guys and the ship until the evening, when the Sun began to get ready for bed. The children ran home to have supper and sleep. The breeze also went to his bed. The setting sun waved goodbye to the breeze and said:

- You see - how many good deeds you did today, how many people came in handy. Well done! Good night! Till tomorrow!

Where does the north wind live?

A long time ago, in a dense dense forest, there lived a brown Bear with a little Bear cub. Every day they leisurely wandered through the forest, looking for edible roots and ripe raspberries or blueberries. The she-bear taught the Bear cub to distinguish the smells of the forest, to extract honey from wild bees, and many other tricks of the bear's life. So the hot summer passed imperceptibly, followed by a quiet mushroom autumn. It would be time to look for a place for a lair, but winter was in no hurry to come to the old dense forest.

Mom, when will we go to bed? - asked Little Bear.

When it snows, - answered the Bear.

And when will it snow?

When the cold North Wind blows.

Why isn't he blowing?

He must be fast asleep, - the old Bear joked.

So you need to wake him up! - the Bear cub shouted loudly, and then he thought and asked - Where does the North Wind live?

Far, far away, - said the Bear - Where the earth ends and the Big Icy Sea begins, lies a country called the Arctic! Where eternal winter reigns and the North Wind lives.

But how to get to this Arctic? - asked Little Bear.

Do you see that bright star in the constellation Ursa Minor? It is called the North Star and indicates the direction to the north, - the Bear answered.

So I'll run and wake him up! Mishutka shouted joyfully.

No, baby, you are still too young to go on such a long and dangerous journey, - Bear sighed.

For a long time the sad and thoughtful Little Bear wandered through the forest clearing. And suddenly a simple and great idea: "If I can't go looking for the wind, then someone else can. You just need to find him and ask, - decided the Bear cub, - But whom?" And suddenly he saw a red-haired Squirrel on a tree.

Squirrel, Squirrel! Help me please! - the Little Bear rushed to her, - We must find and wake up the North Wind, otherwise winter will never come to our forest.

Well, I’ll look, - Squirrel waved her fluffy tail and flew from branch to branch, from pine to Christmas tree.

Hold on to the North Star! - only the Bear cub managed to shout after her.

How long, how short, but Squirrel jumped to the big river. The river is wide, fast - Belka cannot cross to the other side. What to do? "I'll find someone who can swim," Belka decided. It didn't take long to find. An old gray-haired Beaver got out of the forest thicket and slowly hobbled to the water.

Uncle Beaver! - Squirrel crackled, - Help the North Wind to find, hurry up the winter.

Without winter, we can’t do it,” muttered the Beaver and silently slid under the water.

Webbed paws and a paddle tail helped the Beaver to quickly reach the opposite shore. Beaver emerged, took a breath and looked around. "With my short paws, I won't go far. And it's dangerous for me to move away from the water," thought the Beaver. Suddenly, a thumping sound reached his sensitive ears. “Yes, no way, the Woodpecker hammers a tree, fishes out bark beetles from under the bark,” the old Beaver was delighted and hurried to the old pine tree, which the Woodpecker chose.

Hey Woodpecker! - Beaver shouted hoarsely, - Go downstairs - there is work!

What's happened? - asked, flying up, Woodpecker.

Yes, winter is late. They say the North Wind fell asleep, it would be necessary to wake him up, - the Beaver answers.

The Woodpecker thought, scratched his little red cap on the top of his head, waved his wing: "Okay, so be it, I'll help in any way I can."

Do you know the North Star? - Asked the Beaver, - Here she will show you the way, you won't get lost.

And the Beaver trudged back to the river, and the Woodpecker flew up over the forest, found the North Star in the sky and flew to where it pointed. The Woodpecker flew for a long time. The forest became less and less, the trees were lower, and one fine day the forest ended. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, stretched the tundra. "Hey!" the Woodpecker says to himself, "I can't go any further. I need trees where delicious larvae hide. I'll be lost in the tundra. We must look for another messenger." And a straggler from the herd ran past Reindeer. He saw Woodpecker, stopped and asked: "Woodpecker, you are a forest bird! What are you doing in the tundra?" And the Woodpecker told him about the sleeping North Wind, which must be found and awakened.

I know where the Big Icy Sea is, - said the Deer, - It is called the Arctic Ocean. I'll try to help you. The Deer threw his branched horns on his back and ran across the endless tundra, and the Woodpecker flew back to his native forest. The deer runs quickly and soon ran up to high northern mountains. “I can’t go through the mountains,” thinks the Deer, “and I’ll lose a lot of time around. I’ll ask the Skua Gull to look for the North Wind.”

The Seagull flapped its wings, rose above the mountains and flew to the Arctic Ocean. The Seagull flies and sees that the mountains are already ending, the boundless expanse of the ocean has already shone under the rays of the setting polar sun.

Where can I find the North Wind? - the Seagull shouted to the White Bear wandering along the shore.

He raised his big head and roared back:

And the Seagull flew on. Soon a small rocky island appeared. There, scattered among the stones, the North Wind was sleeping peacefully. Frosty trickles from his cold breath rose high up and fell like frost on the stones and pebbles of the deserted island.

Wake up North Wind! - Seagull screamed piercingly, - Without you, winter does not begin in any way, and you are still sleeping!

The North Wind stirred, rose, stretched snow whirlwinds to the sky and boomed:

How long have I been sleeping! I thought that autumn had not yet ended - look what warm days stood. My older brother Frost was right - times have come differently now: summer is getting hotter, winter comes later. And all the work of man: factories, factories, cars ... All this pollutes our air and makes it warmer. But never mind, I'll catch up quickly!

The North Wind hummed, whistled, soared into the sky like a snowy whirlwind and rushed off to make winter ...

In a distant forest, on a fallen tree, the Bear cub and the Bear were sitting and watching how the first large snow flakes fell to the ground from the sky, quietly circling.