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Дмитрий Май
A New Year's tale
Hi! My name is Dmitry May. I am 15 years old and I live in the most magical of the cities of the Chelyabinsk region — Snezhinsk. Foxes, bears, moose can be found in our forest, and squirrels and hedgehogs in the park. I have assistants who help me write, dream and draw.
My fairy tales will give you a sense of magic, vivid impressions and beautiful dreams on New Year's Eve.
Stories
In the depths of the forest, where tall trees grew and snow fell thickly, lived the witch Baba Yaga. She was a strange and mysterious creature who was feared by everyone who knew her name. But it was on this New Year's Eve that she had a gift for one lucky mortal.
When the clock struck midnight, Baba Yaga stirred the potion boiling in the cauldron with a spoon, holding it with her long bony fingers. The liquid glowed with a faint blue light, casting eerie shadows on the walls of her hut. Giggling, the witch poured a small portion into an elegant glass bottle.
"This potion will fulfill your heart's desire," she croaked to the first person who knocked on her door. "But keep in mind, you'll have to pay for it."
So, in a nearby village there lived a young girl named Anastasia. She always dreamed of becoming a great artist, but no matter how hard she tried, her paintings turned out to be boring and inexpressive. Her parents urged her to give up her silly notions and focus on more practical pursuits, such as marriage or cooking.
Anastasia spent New Year's Eve alone, shedding tears of disappointment. As soon as the clock struck twelve, she heard a rustle outside the window. The girl opened it and saw that Baba Yaga was standing in front of her, handing her a bottle of potion as an offering.
"Drink this, my child," the witch ordered. "And your artistic talents will be second to none."
Anastasia hesitated, afraid of the price promised by Baba Yaga. But the desire to create beautiful works of art overcame her doubts. She took a deep breath and swallowed the potion.
Her senses were immediately filled with colors and textures unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her brush moved across the canvas with smooth grace, creating masterpieces that stunned even her. Her parents, who were skeptical of her talent, now admired her skill and encouraged her to continue painting.
Years passed, and Anastasia became famous throughout the country for her exquisite works of art. People followed her everywhere, hoping to catch a glimpse of her latest creations. And although she never forgot about the gift that Baba Yaga gave her, she never saw the witch again.
However, every time she drew, she felt the presence of a witch lurking in the background, watching her with a kind of perverted pride. Baba Yaga's gift had to pay a high price — Anastasia's soul belonged to the witch forever.
And so, every time she created something truly wonderful, a small part of her slipped away, carried away into the dark and mystical world of Baba Yaga.
When the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, the city of Snezhinsk was filled with joy and celebration. People gathered in the streets, laughing and cheering, welcoming the New Year. But the general merriment faded — a shadow hung over the city. An evil wizard cast a spell that threatened to ruin the holiday and plunge the city into darkness.
Just when it seemed that all hope was lost, a lone figure appeared on the outskirts of the city. It was a wolf, its fur matted and dirty from the journey. He heard about the wizard's plan and came to stop him. At first, the townspeople were skeptical about this, but soon the determination and bravery of the wolf conquered them. Together, they set off on a journey to confront the evil wizard and save the New Year.
The wizard's lair was deep in a dark forest, surrounded by traps and spells. But that didn't stop the wolf. The ground shook with every step he took, and snow fell from the branches of the shaking trees. The wizard, realizing the wolf's power, tried to use his magic to defeat him. But the wolf was too fast, he easily dodged attacks.
Finally, the wolf reached the wizard's throne room. The wizard mocked him, considering himself the winner. But the wolf had the last trump card up his sleeve. With a ferocious growl, he gathered all his strength and rushed at the wizard, knocking him down. The spell was broken, and the city of Snezhinsk was safe again.
People rejoiced, thanking the wolf for his heroism. The wolf became a legend, forever remembered by people as the savior of Snezhinsk. His bravery and dedication will never be forgotten, and the townspeople have made sure to always honor his memory on this special day.
A long time ago, in a small village located in the heart of a winter wonderland, there lived a kind-hearted snowman named Frosty and his best friend, a mischievous little creature named Cheburashka (which means "fur hat"). They spent their days making fun of each other and having fun in the snow in every possible way.
One day, wandering through the village, they came across a group of children huddled together and shivering from the cold. The kids' faces lit up with joy when they saw Frosty and Cheburashka approaching them. Children have heard stories about these magical friends who brought sweets to people on cold winter evenings.
Frosty and Cheburashka exchanged knowing glances, and then began to dance and circle around the children, showering them with magical snowflakes. Touching the tongues of the children, they turned into delicious orange slices! The children cheered and clapped their hands, overjoyed with this treat.
As word of the friends spread through the village, more and more people came to Frosty and Cheburashka, wanting to try their magic oranges. Soon the whole city was filled with laughter and happiness, its residents were enjoying the sweetest winter in history.
But one grumpy old man refused to join in the fun. He frowned at Frosty and Cheburashka and said: "I don't believe in your stupid tricks!"
Undeterred, Frosty and Cheburashka decided to visit the grumpy old man's house and show him the true meaning of joy. They danced and sang under his window, scattering their magical snowflakes all over the garden. To their surprise, the grumpy old man came out of his house. When he tasted the magical orange snowflakes, his frowning expression was replaced by a wide smile! From that day on, the grumpy old man became the happiest man in the city, participating in all the winter holidays together with Frosty, Cheburashka and the rest of the residents.
So every year, in the coldest months, Frosty and Cheburashka gathered to celebrate the magic of winter, sharing delicious oranges and endless laughter with people. The legend of the magical snowman and his furry companion lives on to this day, reminding everyone that even the coldest times can be made warm and bright through friendship and joy.
In the heart of the forest, where tall and proud trees stood, there lived a big fluffy bear named Boris. He was known for his kindness and generosity, and all the animals in the forest looked at him as their leader. When the year was coming to an end, Boris had an idea — he wanted to celebrate the new year in a special way, so that it would bring joy and happiness to all his friends.
Boris spent days preparing for the holiday, picking berries and nuts, making ornaments from branches and leaves. On the last day of the old year, he climbed to the top of the tallest tree and shouted to all the animals below: "Listen, listen! It's time to ring in the New Year!"
With these words, Boris began to dance, his huge paws beat the rhythm on the branches, and his tongue swung back and forth like a metronome. He was joined by other animals, each of which added its own unique sound to the celebration — birds chirped and trilled, rabbits tapped their paws, and squirrels squeaked.
When the clock struck midnight, Boris reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bell. It rang loudly, and the sound echoed through the forest, heralding the beginning of the new year. The animals were delighted and hugged each other, grateful for another year of life and friendship.
From that day on, the forest was filled with laughter and music every New Year's Eve thanks to the efforts of Boris the bear. And whenever someone asked what the secret of their happiness was, they just pointed at the big furry leader and said: "It's all because of Boris and his love of celebrating."
Winnie the Pooh was determined to show his dearest friends how much he cares about them, so he decided to give each of them a special gift. He stocked up on delicious honey in his cozy little house in the hundred-acre forest and knew that his friends would like it as much as he did.
So, one sunny day, Pooh went on a mission to deliver jars of honey to all his closest comrades. First, he visited Piglet, who was standing behind a tree playing hide-and-seek. Pooh carefully handed him the jar of honey, making sure not to spill a drop.
— "Thank you, Pooh!" Piglet exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. — "This is the best gift in the world!"
Then Pooh went to the Rabbit's garden, where he found his friend busily tending vegetables. The rabbit was delighted to receive a jar of honey, and promised to save it for a special occasion.
Continuing his journey, Pooh met Tigger, who was jumping around the forest in search of something to do. The tiger was delighted with the unexpected gift and gladly poured some honey into his paw to taste it.
"Mmm, it's delicious!" He declared, wagging his tail furiously.
Finally, Pooh reached the gloomy clearing of Eeyore, where he found his old friend sleeping under a withered tree. Eeyore looked up from his dream and smiled when he saw a jar of honey in Pooh's hands.
"Oh, hello, Pooh, — Eeyore said softly. "I didn't expect such a wonderful treat today."
Pooh smiled and handed over the jar, feeling happy to know that his friends were enjoying their gifts. Watching them enjoy the sweet honey, Pooh realized that giving gifts is almost as much fun as receiving them.
From that day on, Pooh made it a rule to share his treasures with those he loved, spreading joy and happiness throughout the hundred-acre Forest. And every time they gathered, his friends remembered his kind gesture and the delicious honey that Pooh had treated them to.
Once upon a time, in a land covered with the softest white snow, there lived a cheerful girl named Polina. She was as bright as a winter star and as warm as a cozy fireplace. On the eve of the New Year, Polina, with cheeks rosy from the cold, rolled big snowballs. With a carrot nose, charcoal eyes and a smile as wide as a crescent moon, her snowman came to life.
— Happy New Year, Polina! The Snowman said in a voice as gentle as falling snowflakes.
— Oh, you can talk! Polina replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.
In the spirit of the New Year, the Snowman was granted life until the first ray of the New Year's sun. He wanted to spend this magical time spreading kindness and joy.
"Let's make this New Year's Eve the most special," the Snowman suggested. Polina nodded excitedly and they went on an adventure together. Passing through a snow-covered village, they saw a stray dog shivering from the cold.
"Let's build a warm house for the dog," Polina said with compassion.
— What a wonderful idea! The Snowman agreed.
They worked together, gathering branches and leaves, and soon the dog had a cozy place where he warmed up and wagged his tail in gratitude. When the stars shone in the night sky, they came across an old woman who was carrying a heavy bag of gifts with difficulty. She looked tired and cold.
— Can we help you carry your bag? Polina kindly offered.
"That would be wonderful, kids," the old woman smiled with relief. Polina and the Snowman took a bag each and together distributed the gifts to all the village orphanages. As they walked, the Snowman noticed that Polina began to tremble.
"You're cold, aren't you?" The Snowman asked worriedly.
"A little," Pauline admitted, trying to look strong. Suddenly, bells rang and a sleigh appeared, led by radiant deer. The luge man, a kind-hearted man, saw how Polina was trembling.
— Here, take my warm blanket," he said, throwing it over Polina's shoulders. Polina beamed with gratitude, she felt cozy and warm.
— Thank you very much! — She said.
"It's the least I can do," the man replied, his eyes shining with kindness.
When the bell struck midnight, signifying the beginning of the New Year, the Snowman felt a gentle warmth spread over him. He knew that his time was almost up.
— Polina, do not forget to always treat others the way you would like to be treated. This is the real magic of New Year's Eve," said the Snowman in a soft voice.
— I will, Snowman. I promise," Pauline said, hugging him tightly. And when the first rays of the sun appeared over the horizon, the Snowman turned back into an ordinary snowman, silent and motionless. But Polina knew that the light of his kindness would never fade. From that day on, Polina treated everyone with the same warmth as the one that the Snowman had taught her. She always remembered the magic of New Year's Eve and a special friend who showed her that giving good means receiving it. And so, under the twinkling stars of each New Year, the village children remembered the story of Polina and the Snowman, the snowman who came to life, spreading love and joy, teaching everyone a golden lesson: treat others the way you want to be treated. And they all lived happily ever after, warmly and kindly.
Once upon a time, in a cozy town covered with soft white snow, there lived a boy named Maxie. Maxie was a cheerful child, full of laughter and love. There was only one thing he was still learning: respect for his elders.
As the New Year approached, the city was seething with excitement. Bright lights flickered and pleasant music filled the air. Maxie was looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus, the kind Santa Claus, who brings joy and gifts to all children. On New Year's Eve, when the stars shone in the night sky, something magical happened. One star shone brighter than the others and seemed to dance only for Maxi. With his eyes wide open in surprise, Maxie stretched out his little hand, and a star gently descended from the sky and landed gently on his palm.
"This is the Magic Star of Respect," whispered a voice that warmed Maxie's heart. It was Santa Claus, with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile as bright as a star.
— Maxi, this star has a special power. Santa Claus said softly.
— What is she doing? Maxie asked with a curious chuckle.
— She will help you to see wisdom and love in the hearts of your elders. Show them respect, and the star will shine even brighter. Santa Claus explained.
Maxie nodded, hugging the star to him. That evening, when Santa Claus visited every house, Maxie followed him, watching the joy spread from house to house. But then a cold wind swept through the city and a star twinkled in Maxie's hand.
— What's going on, Santa Claus? Maxie shouted, trying his best to keep the star safe.
Santa Claus looked worried.
"The wind is a doubt in your heart, Maxie. In order for the star to shine, you must sincerely believe in respect for your elders.
With newfound determination, Maxie closed his eyes and thought about all the kind and wise things that his grandparents, parents and Santa Claus had taught him.
When he opened his eyes, the wind had died down, and the star shone so brightly that it illuminated the whole city.
— Wow! Maxie exclaimed.
— You did it! The magic star of respect shines through your faith! Santa Claus said, proud of the boy.
But the story doesn't end there. When the clock struck midnight and there were shouts of "Happy New Year!", our little hero was waiting for another turn.
The Magic Star of Respect escaped from Maxie's hands and floated towards the sky.
— No, please don't leave! Maxie exclaimed, reaching for the star. But she continued to climb higher and higher until she joined the other stars.
— Why did she leave? Maxie asked, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
— The star will always be there, looking out for you. She may have returned to heaven, but her lesson will remain in your heart. Respect for elders is a gift that is passed on to others, and now you carry the light of this star inside you.
Santa Claus comforted him by hugging him. When the dawn of the first day of the new year came, Maxie woke up and found that the city was still shining with the light of the Magic Star. He realized that every act of respect and kindness preserves the light of the star. Maxie spent his days honoring the elders, listening to their stories and thanking them for their wisdom. From every kind word and respectful act, he felt the increasing warmth of the Magic Star of Respect in his heart. Starting on New Year's Eve, whenever a child in the city learned about the importance of respect for elders, a new star appeared in the sky, reminding everyone that the light of respect never fades. And little Maxie danced and played with joy, forever remembering the lesson that Santa Claus shared, knowing that respect is the most valuable gift of all. And they all lived happily ever after.
On New Year's Eve, in an ancient snow-covered town, Denis sat by a warm fireplace, his kitten Kitya purred blissfully on his lap. While the families were celebrating outside, Denis was alone, his guardians were having fun at a big city ball. However, he was not upset. Denis had a secret — he was planning a little adventure. "Kitty," he whispered to the kitten, "tonight we will find out the truth about the Enchanted Clock." Legend had it that a mysterious clock hidden in the city could reveal any truth to anyone who found it at midnight on New Year's Eve. Denis had always craved adventure, and the opportunity to uncover the truth was too tempting to resist. With Kitty on his shoulder, Denis went to the snow-covered streets. A clock tower loomed in the distance. His heart was pounding with excitement and slight fear.
— Are you ready, Kitty? — he asked. The kitten meowed, as if realizing the seriousness of its search. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows.
"Why aren't you at the ball, young man?" — It was the city elder, he fixed Denis with his sharp gaze.
— I… I'm just going for a walk," Denis stammered. The lie bitterly settled on his tongue. The elder's gaze softened.
— Remember, the truth is always better than a lie, even if it scares you.
Denis nodded and the elder disappeared as mysteriously as he appeared. When the clock struck eleven, Denis and Kitya came to the foot of the tower. The door, previously invisible, turned out to be ajar. They entered and the door closed behind them with a loud bang. The interior was an endless staircase going up. They rose, Denis's breath turned to steam in the cold air, and Kitya meowed encouragingly. As they climbed, the stairs seemed to get steeper and more treacherous.
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