On Christmas Eve, a little fairy descended from the heavens to a small town in the Urals, where a snowy winter reigned with biting frosts. The trees were dressed in white fluffy coats, and the snowdrifts were so high that they hindered both cars and people from moving.
It was the fairy's first time coming down to earth, and everything around was unusual and interesting. And so the sorceress very much wanted to find herself friends and fulfil their dreams. Landing on the branch of a tree next to a bird huddled from the cold, the fairy spoke.
Hello! Who are you? Are you frozen?
The red-breasted robin slowly turned its head and looked at the tiny, tiny transparent girl.
Chirp-chirp-chirp, I'm a robin. It's very cold outside. I'm freezing, I'm hungry. Who are you?
I'm a little fairy, I came down from heaven to earth for one night to help my friends. Will you be my friend?
It's strange somehow: a bird and a fairy — friends. Does that happen? But if you want, I'll be your friend!
What do you like to eat? — the curious sorceress asked quietly.
It would be nice to peck at some bread crumbs or grain and warm up.
The little fairy rose high into the sky, spun around like a top, and the frost began to ease. The street warmed up, and from the sky onto the tree where the robin sat, bread crumbs and grains began to fall.
Thank you, fairy! Chirp-chirp, chirp! — the robin chirped happily.
Goodbye! We'll meet next year! — the enchantress cried out as she flew away.
The robin descended from the branch onto the snow and began to peck at the crumbs. Other birds from the winter park joined it.
Where did all this food come from? Where is such abundance? — they chattered over each other.
Magic! — the robin answered them.
The fairy flew on and saw: a red cat sitting on the windowsill of a large house, meowing loudly, trembling. And behind the glass, music was playing, and shadows moved across the wall.
Hello! Who are you? — the fairy asked, sitting down next to the cat.
I'm a cat named Murka, I'm sitting under the window, and my owners are celebrating and forgot about me. I meow, but they don't hear me. If only they would open the window, I could quickly jump into the room.
Let's be friends! — the sorceress suggested.
Let's! What's your name?
Fairy.
You're so small, — and the cat licked her new friend with her pink tongue.
I'll go up now and try to open the window, and you get ready to jump.
The fairy spun around quickly like a top and flew to the window. The window opened, and Murka jumped inside.
Thank you, friend! — Murka meowed, pressing her nose to the cold glass.
Goodbye! — the fairy answered.
She flew on and saw: it was dark outside, a blizzard was raging, the frost was biting, and a man was sitting alone in the snow near a bus stop. The sorceress flew up to him and sat down on his cold nose.
Are you unwell? Are you frozen?
My heart is bad, and I forgot my medicine at home, — he whispered barely audibly.
How can I help you?
I need to call an ambulance, — the sick man barely managed to say and closed his eyes.
What should I do? — the fairy was confused. — How do I call an ambulance — I don't know. I need to ask someone.
Just then a city bus pulled up, and passengers got out.
Look, there's a man sitting in the snow over there. Maybe he fell asleep? — someone said.
Drunk, probably! — an elderly woman said loudly and angrily.
Then the fairy flew to her nose.
Not drunk, but sick, — the sorceress cried out with all her might.
Yes, yes, sick, — the woman suddenly stopped, not understanding where the thin voice in her head came from. — I'll call an ambulance now and wait for it to arrive.
That's the spirit! You're not mean, you're just pretending, — the fairy said and flew high, high up. The woman heard her words. She looked around, but saw no one.
Christmas. Magic. Miracle... — she said in amazement, dialling "911".
