The adventures of little Zaryanichka!

My druzhim davno s vetrami …

Letim, Zaryanichka, s nami …

But Zaryanichke good and joyful next to her mother – Morning Dawn. And white fluffy clouds float on past Zaryanichka …

Coming out of the pink sky, the clouds gradually becoming white again, but this is already far from Zaryanichki. And around Zaryanichki all the clouds are pink, like the wings of pink flamingos.

Late stars becoming sparkling tiny lights in the pink color of the sky and clouds. Everything around is filled with a sense of peace and the joy of starting a new day.

While playing, Zaryanichka takes a scarlet fog in her hands and throws into the sky …

Fun and joyful Zaryanichka next to his mother, with a gentle sky.

The sky is painted in scarlet! Morning of a new Day! And Morning also welcomes the Morning Dawn …

Morning Dawn Greetings!

Greetings,

New Day, Dawn!

Your clear warm light!

Scarlet life color!

And your beauty!

To you, Dawn, I sing

The voices of birds …

Privetstviye Utrenney Zare!

Privetstvuyu tebya,

Dnya novogo, Zarya!

Tvoy yasnyy toplyy svet!

Tvoy alyy zhizni tsvet!

I krasotu tvoyu!

Tebe, Zarya, poyu

Ya golosami ptits …

And heard the call of Morning, the nightingales whistled and snapped …

All feathered inhabitants of the Earth chirped …

Chok! Chok!

Chok! Chick …!

So, she plays, Zaryanichka moves further and further away from her mother, laughing and frolicking on the edge of her spacious mother's clothes.

The heavens listened to the wondrous singing, admired the Morning Dawn, which raised its scarlet arms – wings, red flame spread over the transparent blue, and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached the last flying spark. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka and Zaryanichka flew like a tiny scarlet spark …

Zaryanichka's mother, Morning Dawn, sings the Song of Life to the entire universe, does not look around and does not see what is happening there.

The sky admires Morning Dawn and does not see what is happening in the distance.

The moon is in its lunar palace. And the Moon does not see the falling Zarinichka …

The clear Sun behind a 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 bright rays.

No one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …

And Zaryanichka already flies over the Earth in jets of morning fresh air, where at this time of the year there are frosts and blizzards, where the evil Black Blizzard is raging!

But there were also snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb higher and higher. And there, on the frosty heights, whirlwinds of snow swirled. Long eyelashes with snow whirlwinds from frosty frost turned white, fluffy.

And snow whirlwinds fluffy from snowflakes and frost with mischief and curiosity peered into the snow cover with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes, echoing with frost and snowflakes, creating its own melody of winter …

Song of snow whirlwinds

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We are snow whirls!

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

Everywhere we go,

Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …

We all meet,

Fiu…, Fiu … Fiu …

Pesnya snezhnykh vikhrey

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …

My – snezhnyye vikhri!

F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …