On the eve of Christmas, 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.
The fairy had come to earth for the first time, and everything around was unusual and interesting. Because of this, the sorceress very much wanted to find friends and fulfill their dreams. Landing on a tree branch next to a bird shivering from the cold, the fairy spoke.
Hello! Who are you? Are you frozen?
The red-breasted bullfinch slowly turned its head and looked at the tiny, tiny transparent girl.
Chirp-chirp-chirp, I'm a bullfinch. It's very cold outside. I'm freezing, I'm hungry. Who are you?
I'm a little fairy, I've come down from heaven 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 subside. The street warmed up, and from the sky onto the tree where the bullfinch sat, bread crumbs and grains began to fall.
Thank you, fairy! Chirp-chirp-chirp! — the bullfinch chirped happily.
Goodbye! We'll meet next year! — the sorceress cried out as she flew away.
The bullfinch 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 bullfinch answered them.
The fairy flew on and saw: a red cat sitting on the windowsill of a large house, meowing loudly, shivering. And behind the glass, music was playing, and shadows were moving across the wall.
Hello! Who are you? — the fairy asked, sitting down next to the cat.
I'm a cat named Murka, sitting under the window, and my owners are celebrating and forgot about me. I meow, but they don't hear. 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 the 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 like a top very quickly and flew to the window. The window opened, and Murka jumped inside.
Thank you, friend! — Murka meowed, pressing her nose against the cold glass.
Goodbye! — the fairy replied.
She flew on and saw: it was dark outside, a blizzard was raging, the frost was crackling, and a man sat alone on the snow near a bus stop. The sorceress flew up to him and perched 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 uttered 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 right! You're not evil, you're just pretending, — the fairy said and flew high up. The woman heard her words. She looked around, but saw no one.
Christmas. Magic. A miracle... — she said in amazement, dialing "103".
