In memory of Grigory Borisovich Yagdfeld.

Thanks to O. Buikova for the illustration
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The thirtieth of December began somehow not in a festive way: with a dull overcast dawn. And the Christmas tree was not yet in its usual place in the corner by the window - my mother promised to buy it on the way home from work. Leaving, at the door she habitually turned around: “And comb your hair, Lelya!” - Everything as usual. Turning a little at the mirror - snub nose, black eyes and tangled hair (try it, comb it!) - Lelya. yawning, turned on the TV and saw nothing, the image hung again. A muffled rumbling came from the kitchen, and the floor trembled slightly ... after all, Someone lives there, in the refrigerator! When mom is at home, He hides, but now, it’s worth opening the refrigerator ... no! No need to open! And yes, I don't want to eat. Almost.

Twilight in the corners, and darkness under the tablecloth. If you look closely for a long time, it begins to seem that they are looking from there ... and moving! Trying not to turn her back to the table, Lelya sat sideways by the window. Putting her elbows on the windowsill, and her chin on her fists, she began to examine the winter yard. Nothing happened there: the snow was falling, the cars were already hiding under the snow caps, and the playground was covered with snow. Babman's cat Alice appeared from under the last car and went to the entrance, squeamishly shaking off her black paws from the snow. If only my mother would let me have a cat! "What a cat with your allergies!" She has one answer.

Other children already have Christmas trees! For some reason, Lele thought with resentment. On the Christmas trees, the garlands are blinking, and it's so great to dream about the gifts that will be found on New Year's morning under the branches hung with balls. Outside the window, in the meantime, the wind blew, blizzard, and a passer-by appeared from the side of the playground. Lelya took a closer look: a funny hat, a red jacket... and a walk so familiar... At that moment, as if sensing Lelin's gaze, he raised his head and waved his hand.

Grandfather Svetozariy! Grandfather! Lelya jumped up and rushed into the corridor, throwing on her jacket as she walked and dropping her slippers. The lock clicked, darkness on the landing, and at another time this would have stopped Lelya ... but now, not noticing anything, she poured down the stairs, almost knocking a hunched stranger in a low hood down. She excused herself and ran on.

Well, that's how you can live in this country! - the stranger looked angrily after Lele. - There is no civilization, there is no fear ...

So muttering, he went to the switchboard in the stairwell and, looking around, whistled softly. Immediately, the darkness at the shield thickened, and, leaking through the gap, a ghostly silhouette wove.

Are you the Corridor Scarecrow, or what? – the stranger had a frosty creaky voice.

Who else... Pan Morok, have you brought the debt for November?

What?! Morok barked, but “shh!” - pressed her finger to the lips of the Scarecrow - and he continued already in a whistling whisper. What debt? You do nothing - why is the light not on only on the landing of the fifth floor?

Good deed: cut off the sensors! said the Scarecrow grumpily. - And if the sensors are on us, on the undead, and do not react at all, how do you know if they work? In general, we have long needed milk ...

At that moment, a light bulb on the floor below came on, and animated voices were heard. The Scarecrow of the Corridor immediately leaked back into the switchboard, and Morok silently tiptoed up to the floor above and stopped, listening.

And why is the light not on on your floor? - it was the grandfather and granddaughter who came to the door. - Probably, the sensor is not working, we should look ... do you have a screwdriver at home?

Yes, we have a problem with light bulbs in the house, - Lelya joyfully unlocked the door. - Everyone burns out at once, my mother speaks Chinese because ...

And I brought a garland to your Christmas tree.

Mom only in the evening ...

The lock clicked in the deri, and while Lelya in the hallway dumped everything on her grandfather latest news, Morok gathered on the site of the ninth floor, deserted at that time, of all the Apartment Scarecrows of the entrance. They all had the same face, as if woven from smoke: in gray downy shawls, in gray down jackets and in floor-length mouse dresses.

And our working conditions are harmful, - the Scarecrow from Lelya's apartment was booming. We work in dust and dampness. We are entitled to milk for harmfulness!

Yes, yes ... milk, - the rest of the Scarecrows rustled. - And then - the debt ...

At these words, Morok suddenly squared his shoulders and pushed his glasses to his forehead. Immediately an amazing thing happened - he became twice as tall, and, meeting his gaze, the Scarecrows immediately fell silent.

Lighthouse is here. In the thirteenth apartment. And you tell me about milk!

And now what do we do? - Scarecrows whispered.

Work girls. Work! He glanced around at the crowd. “Lightlight has come and gone. And what are our tasks here? Please note: it is worth the children to lose the fear, to get together - and forgive, goodbye darkness! Goodbye darkness. New Year on the bow - garlands, fires and crackers will be lit. And then spring will come at all, summer - wait for the uninterrupted sun ... almost (The Scarecrows shuddered). What do you think we'll be left with? Only we, and only now, can stop this!

What are we? We understand, said the Scarecrows. We do what we can...

***
They sat in the kitchen at the table on stools and dangled their legs - grandfather and granddaughter. Next to grandfather Lele was always easy and joyful: short, ruddy, with a gray beard, he seemed to glow from the inside, and it was impossible to suppress a smile looking at him. With him, even the refrigerator was silent, as if it had taken water into the freezer.

So you're home alone...

So mom is at work. And there is quarantine at school, - Lelya leaned confidentially to her grandfather. - And one scary, grandfather!

Why "one"? I saw a girl in the window on the third floor. And on the second - a boy.

The girl is Katya, she studies in a parallel class. And the boy is Anton. Mom says he is disabled. Does not go.

Well? And why are you apart?

So ... - Lelya was confused. She sat with her head tilted to one side, and drew intricate patterns on the tablecloth. - Nobody walks ... and it's scary to go to visit, there is always no light on the stairs.

Yes! About the world! Let's go to the site, let's see what you have there.

On the landing, grandfather put a stool to the shield, but Lelya did not close front door to make it brighter. Rising, grandfather opened the door, took a flashlight from his pocket, shook it vigorously and shone it. From the sharp bluish light, the darkness seemed to be torn to shreds, scattered in the corners. The grandfather chuckled and glanced at his granddaughter.

Are you talking about lighting fixtures?

Umgu, - Lelya smacked, with her grandfather's candy behind her cheek. Because China.

Maybe, maybe ... - the grandfather began to wield a screwdriver and soon the site was lit up.

It will burn out, - Lelya grimaced skeptically.

Let's see, - the grandfather was optimistic.

Returning to the apartment, the grandfather got ready, and Lelya hung on his sleeve: “don’t leave, grandfather!”

I'll be back soon, granddaughter. And now here's the thing: I understand you're scared. But I will help you, - the grandfather took out a flashlight from his pocket. - Take it. He will never burn out. You just need to believe that it will light up, but shake it well. With him, you can not be afraid of any fears - I tell you for sure. And make friends with Anton and Katya, then every day will be a holiday for you. Yes! And comb your hair, Lelya!

***
"Alone again!" Lelya sighed, waving to her grandfather from the window. Putting her hands behind her back, she went to the kitchen, singing under her breath her mother’s favorite song “My barefoot childhood remembers ...”, when a refrigerator suddenly jumped in the corner. Screeching, she rushed into the hallway, grabbed her grandfather's flashlight and pointed it at the aggressively growling monster. But no matter how much she pressed the button, the flashlight did not light up.

Squishing her nose, she sat down on the sofa and twisted her grandfather's gift in her hands. It was heavy, old, and covered in silvery paint that had peeled off in places. Opening the lid, I did not find a battery in the flashlight ... moreover, it looked like there was not even a light bulb! What is this grandfather Svetozariy - laughed like that? And then, as if something blinked under the table, and as if someone giggled. “Oh, you! ...” - Lelya jumped up and, violently shaking the flashlight, shouted - “burn!” Immediately, a blue light flashed, dispelling the darkness under the table.

The window between the fourth and fifth floors was broken and temporarily covered with plywood. As soon as Lelya ran down the stairs, the light behind her went out. In the ensuing darkness, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to take a flashlight. The very first desire was to return... but the darkness behind me breathed cold, and it clearly seemed that, turning around, you would see this! Lely's breath caught, she cautiously took a few more steps down ... when a flight below she saw the stooped figure of a long-standing stranger in a hood. She froze, thinking: what if he was angry with her for pushing her. Such a terrible one! And then Lelya, still not breathing and pulling her head into her shoulders, began to back away. Behind her, someone sighed and stomped softly, each next step became more and more difficult ... but then a light flashed on the landing behind her, and immediately all sounds subsided. "Thank you grandfather!" Lelya turned and rushed to her door.

Of course, first she would have closed the door tightly, and not a foot before the arrival of her mother! But now, having such help, and having coped with domestic fears, Lelya did not want to give up so easily. Firmly clutching a luminous flashlight in her hand, illuminating all the dark corners, she went down to the third floor and, standing on tiptoe, resolutely pressed the bell. The door opened cautiously: “Lelya?!” Katya was surprised at Lely's visit, but she seemed to be even more delighted. The Christmas tree was already standing by her, and the garland on it was blinking; not only that - even the refrigerator was new and did not growl at all ... but all the same, it was clear from everything that Katya alone was scared.

Lelya walked into the hall in a businesslike way, saw a table without a tablecloth and asked in a confidential whisper: “Where is fear hiding?” It turned out - in the pantry. “Someone moves there all the time,” Katya made round eyes. “And I have a magic flashlight! With him, you can not be afraid of any fears! "- boasted Lelya. But Katya was an excellent student with blue eyes behind thick glasses. Therefore, having examined the flashlight, she authoritatively stated that this “scrap metal” cannot shine! Lelya smiled and commanded to open the pantry door. "Burn!" - Lelya shook her flashlight, and the blue light, breaking the darkness, illuminated the rows of cans under the lids on the shelves. “See, there is no one! And with a flashlight, there is no one to be afraid of! Katya's eyes got even bigger behind the glasses, and she asked to let her shine too ... but for some reason, her flashlight did not light up. "You don't have enough faith!" - authoritatively put an excellent student in the place of Lelya.

The mood of the girls became more and more festive. Near the Christmas tree I wanted to dream about Christmas gifts, and the girls shared the contents of the letters to Santa Claus: Lelya asked for a big talking doll, and Katya asked for a pink castle with musical gates. Meanwhile, it became lighter in the apartment, and the snow stopped falling outside the window. "Listen, Katya ... let's go build a snowman, huh?" - Lelya suggested, dying from her own courage. It was clear that Katya wanted the same, but - “so mom doesn’t allow you to walk alone?” “And he doesn’t allow me ... but now there are two of us. Even three! Lelya nodded at the flashlight, and the girls laughed.

It was light and frosty outside, and it seemed that the air smelled of tangerines - nothing surprising, the New Year was ahead. It was not possible to make a snowman, dry snow crumbled in his hands. And the snowballs that they threw at each other also crumbled, and it was even more fun that way. Blushing and laughing, the girls fell back into the snow, imitating snow angels ... when they saw a smiling boy in the window of the second floor. "Anton!" - looked at each other, jumped up and began to wave their hands under his window. Then "we - to you?" Lelya gestured, and Anton nodded so fervently that his head nearly fell off.

In his apartment it was not at all sad, as one might assume. Anton was thin, freckled and very funny. When the girls' eyes lit up at the sight of his wheelchair, he commanded to help him get into the chair, and allowed the girls to ride. Nothing worked out for them at first, the stroller kept bumping into the table and walls, causing outbursts of laughter. Then Lelya remembered the flashlight and suggested that Anton deal with his fears, but he only waved his hand, “what fears now!”

Anton's Christmas tree was already standing near the window, and the girls admired: how beautiful it is! Only there were no garlands. Then Lelya slapped herself on the forehead - “wait a minute!” - and, grabbing a flashlight, flew up to her fifth and returned with a garland presented by her grandfather. When the garland was hung on the Christmas tree and connected, I immediately wanted to dance, but the old clock on the wall struck: it was already five! Now the parents will come, it's time to go home.

They put Anton in a carriage and promised to come to him tomorrow - their mother's Napoleon cake would be waiting for them.

By evening, the clouds had gone, and bright stars looked from the sky to the New Year's land. They could see vague shadows dragging across the deep snow past the playground. In front, pulling down his hood, Morok walked, followed by the Scarecrows, bogging down, showering him with reproaches.

What, then, that Lightozarius left - and his lantern? ..

How she waved to them! I'm covered in bruises!

And I have completely developed night blindness: now, I don’t see anything ...

And in general, Sir Morok, you give unrealistic tasks. This is ... like his ... voluntarism!

Quiet! Morok suddenly commanded, and the procession stopped. - Look at that house!

In front of them, behind the white trees, garlands were winking in the windows of a nine-story building ... and suddenly the light went out in all its windows.

I had to tinker with an electrician, but the result is obvious! We still have time: there are twelve girls and eight boys in the house - go ahead!

For some reason, the TV worked with my mother. The Christmas tree was brought, as promised, my mother installed it and began to decorate, Lelya served balls, and both sang along to the bald uncle on TV “My childhood is barefoot ...” Suddenly, a cracker fell from my mother - she stood and looked at the windowsill. Lelya looked around: there was a flashlight on the windowsill.

Where did you get it from? – have mother was strange voice. - I lost this flashlight in my childhood ...

Grandfather Svetozar brought! He, you know...

Elizar, Lelya. That was my grandfather's name...

But after all, grandfather works at the Light Factory, mom, because Svetozariy ...

Lighting factory. Have worked. Lelya! You are already a big girl and you should understand: grandfather is not with us. He passed away when you were little.

Outside the window, on the sparkling snow, you could see the reflections of a cheerful garland from the second floor, and Lelya smiled, “Oh no! He promised to come soon, so he will come!

Reviews

Hello, Alexander!
Thank you so much for a wonderful story!
You are so sensitive to children!
I immediately remembered my childhood fears. When a little man is left face to face with the world, even if it is familiar, at home, the protective circle seems to open. In all corners, the frighteningly unknown is imagined, from every unfamiliar rustle and knock, the heart beats restlessly. And the hands of the clock slowly weave along the dial.
Very colorful heroines Corridor Scarecrows.
“They all had the same face, as if woven from smoke: in gray downy shawls, in gray down jackets and in floor-length mouse dresses.” . The smell of old attic dust immediately hung in the air.
And grandfather Svetozariy is beyond praise!
Great!!!

Best regards and best wishes for creative inspiration!

Created: 12/21/2014 | Author: Tsykalo M.I., teacher of the MAOU Progymnasium No. 81 "Hello!" for preschool and toddlers school age Syktyvkar

Tale of the Lonely Lantern

Once we looked out the window for a long time as snowflakes were falling outside the window and imagined them in the form of dancing little ballerinas, who not only descended to the ground, but danced an unusual dance, gently descending onto paths, rooftops, on a summer house, on a small frozen pond. It was quiet, and a lone lantern shone and seemed to be playing a surprisingly tender melody on a flute ...

It was a very lonely lantern, and only sparkling snowflakes brightened up its loneliness. We asked the lantern why are you sad? He was silent for a long time, and then told us amazing story about a small butterfly that flew to him, lost in the darkness of autumn, she sat down to rest, warm herself, gain strength ... The lantern warmed her as best he could, directing all his warm rays at her, warming her, he admired the perfection of the beauty of her wings. They met, chatted all night, laughed ... In the morning, when the sun gilded the tops of the trees, the little butterfly flew away. Since then, the lantern has lost peace, at night he saw the fluttering wings of a butterfly, he was waiting for her, he hoped that she would return ...

Late autumn has come. The leaves began to fall, the grass turned yellow, the evenings became darker, it got colder ... The lantern yearned, he was sad at the mere thought that misfortune could happen to his unusually beautiful butterfly ...

Days passed, and the lantern waited ... The evenings became damp, it rained more often, the sun almost did not appear, the lantern creaked in the wind, it was terribly cold, but he hoped that his only and amazing butterfly would fly in. Time passed and snow began to fall. The snowflakes were extraordinarily beautiful, but there was no joy in them, there was no life in them ... The lantern was silent, sad, and suddenly .... late, late in the evening, he saw .... a magical fairy. He looked around, he could not believe his eyes, he even began to shine brighter ... She flew, circled, fluttered, and sat down on the edge of the lantern ... suddenly he heard her gentle voice. Today New year's night... and today the most cherished desires. You have long and honestly served people, I will give you magic wings, fly to her, to your butterfly, you deserve happiness. Fly towards your dream and be happy. She is waiting for you, she is waiting for this meeting, just like you. She, like you, dreamed of meeting every day.

The next morning, people were surprised where the lantern had disappeared, it had served them so long and faithfully, and only after losing it, people realized how much they needed it, sighed, it was a pity that there was no lantern, but people did not know how happy the lonely man was lamp…

One beautiful and amazing day, a small electric flashlight was born. Made it kind people, and therefore it turned out very beautiful. New batteries were immediately put into it, and now the flashlight could shine with its large and open eye in the dark and help people find the right way.

The flashlight was always very happy when it was turned on. He gazed with admiration the world, each time hoping to see something new and interesting in it. When it was turned off, the flashlight did not take offense at all and quickly fell asleep. In a dream, he dreamed of everything that he had just managed to see in reality.

Each time, being useful to people, the flashlight was very happy. After all, this is great pleasure- to be needed by others, to help them. He helped people many times in the most difficult time for them - when it was dark and scary. Together with a flashlight, they were not afraid, and people thanked him for that.

Time passed, and from constant work, the health of the flashlight began to deteriorate. His batteries were starting to run low. He could no longer shine as brightly as before, and therefore they began to use it less and less. In the end, everyone forgot about him, and he, left without a job, quietly lay forgotten on his shelf in the pantry and was sad.

One day, a little girl accidentally went into the pantry and saw a beautiful flashlight on the shelf. "How wonderful he is!" she said and took it in her hands. Looking at it from all sides, she warmed the flashlight with her warmth. The girl tried to turn it on, but nothing happened: the batteries had long since run out. The girl was upset, but said: “I still love you, dear flashlight, and I will be friends with you!”

Warm warm words girls, the flashlight again felt that someone needed it. He was overwhelmed with joy, but he could not express it - after all, he was only a flashlight! And then, having gathered all his last strength, the flashlight flashed brightly and lit up for a while.

The girl looked at the glowing light of the flashlight with wide eyes - how did it happen that the flashlight caught fire by itself ?! She was overjoyed at this miracle.

The light of the flashlight grew dim as his strength finally left him. A bright ray turned into a very small and barely noticeable dot. A few more seconds and she was gone. The flashlight went out completely.

“I will save you,” the girl said and ran to her dad. Just recently, dad bought some batteries for his new alarm clock. The girl asked her father to give her two little things and together with them she ran to the pantry, where the extinguished, but very happy flashlight was sleeping. The girl pressed him to her cheek and whispered: "Do not worry, my friend, everything will be fine." She removed the old batteries from the body of the flashlight and replaced them with new ones.

When the flashlight was turned on again, its light spread throughout the room. The flashlight could again see the world, and most importantly, help people. He was absolutely happy with it. But he felt the greatest joy when the girl, delighted with his new birth, pressed him to her cheek and laughed happily.

How wonderful it is to make others happy!

In one city, there lived a boy who liked to walk at night and look at the lanterns.
They fascinated him with their dim shimmer or bright yellow light.
Lanterns were completely different - on long poles or attached to buildings like wall sconces; round or tetrahedral, oval or teardrop-shaped, hanging down on a gracefully inclined leg or crowning the top of a pillar. Some were like an openwork bowl holding a ball, some hid their light in glass boxes, some were magically graceful, surrounded by cast iron lace, some were austere. Without any frills, curls and other things.
A halo of flowing amber light lay softly around them, and, it seemed to him, warmth. They were as if alive, and he did not get tired of looking at them.
He had a favorite.
Lonely lantern.
On a very small street. So small that it could be walked in less than a minute, consisting of only three houses.
More precisely, it was a side street, erroneously called the street, for some reason Svetlaya.
Through the top of the lamppost there was an inclined crossbar, on it was a metal shoe (it seemed to him so), from which a light bulb coquettishly looked out, similar to the edge of a graceful female foot.
He bowed before the beauty of ladies, and saw her in everything.
Favorite lantern outlined not a sharp circle of light, dispelling the darkness that reigned around. He lit up later than the others, and the boy was anxiously waiting for this wonderful moment when he blinked once.
Pause.
Still blink.
Once again.
Another pause.
The lantern seemed to be considering whether it was worth bothering himself that night, giving the light of his soul to those around him, but kindness and a desire to help always prevailed, and he, gently, gradually increasing his power, became lighter and lighter until he reached the maximum.
If he took up a task, he did it with all the breadth of his soul.
And if other lanterns allowed themselves to suddenly go out, flicker, become either brighter or dimmer, then this one smoothly and continuously poured a quiet, but very bright light onto the ground. The glow from it was enough for all three houses, although the illuminated patch was only opposite one.
They were great friends, the boy and this lantern.
Very close to the pillar, half in the glow, stood a bench on which Alex liked to sit.
The boy's name was Alexander, but he dropped the last 4 letters.
He came almost every evening, bringing with him a volume of poetry. Sometimes I read them aloud. Rare (why are frequent here) passers-by cast puzzled glances at him.
He's strange, they thought, talking to himself.

How were they to know that he was reading to their lantern?

Two incorrigible romantics found great pleasure in words, especially stacked in woodpile, on the edges of which there were rhymes. They sounded like music.
Alex uttered them, savoring each word, tasting it, enjoying it to its fullest, and finally, swallowing the entire line.
He almost sang them, and sometimes the words wanted to dance. Then friends enjoyed the way the words flutter in the rhythm of the tango, or waltz circling.
Sometimes the words fell like fallen leaves, quietly, with a rustle, falling to the ground, and sometimes they knocked with hammers, beating out the rhythm.
It was so exciting to read poetry! It was a real pleasure for both of them.
The boy read various poems, about the seas, about mountains, about rivers and lakes, about distant lands, about travels, about the anguish of the soul, about its confusion. The lantern after reading asked to tell about what he heard.
"The sea? What is it?" he asked in surprise. And Alex talked about the endless expanses of emerald salt water, about waves, storms, ships and seagulls. The lantern represented what he was never destined to see. This is how their evenings went.
Once the boy read the poem "Listen!"
"Stars? What are they?" was the usual question.
"Stars! Haven't you seen the stars? They are twinkling right above you! Raise your head! They are beautiful! They remind me of the same lanterns, but very far away, so far away that the circle of their light is a small sparkling dot." boy.
The lantern immediately raised its head.
"Where are they? All I see is darkness," he replied.
“Your light is probably blinding you! You need to turn it off for a minute to see the stars!” Alex said excitedly.
"I can't turn off my light. What if some passer-by comes along?" he replied.
"Your street is so small that passers-by are so rare here! And they have all returned from work!" said the boy.
"Still, I can't do it! Suddenly someone will come to visit them? Or will someone need to go to the store? No! I positively cannot turn off my light!" Lantern refused.
Soon the boy went to bed, and he remembered the poem, and thought about his distant brethren.
When morning came and the light went out, the lantern raised its head, hoping to see these mysterious stars. But, alas! And in the evening I peered into the distant sky for a long time. And then he was disappointed. Distant brothers lit fires at the same time, and extinguished them at the same time.
That is why he blinked, doubting whether to miss this night, keeping the light of his soul in himself, and whether to look at the stars.
He was sad. He was no longer as pleased with poetry as before.
And one day Alex went on a trip. He did not come for the third night.
It was boring and dreary.
On the seventh night, the longing became simply unbearable! It embraced the entire being of the lantern soul. And for the first time his light became uneven, as if nervous.
And the next evening, tormented by doubts, he blinked once, then again, and three more times. But it did not light up after that, as usual.

In ancient times there was a beautiful country of Fairies and gnomes. You already know that kind, smart, skillful and talented people lived in it.

Every evening, magic lights were lit in their houses, which gave light and warmth.

And nearby, nearby was a dark country.


And they wanted to destroy the land of fairies by various evil witches. But all the fairies and their dwarf friends were so kind and sincere that no evil desires could enter their country.

Once, a sorceress, flying over the country of fairies, said - let the first evil desire of any fairy who lives in this country be fulfilled.

At this time, in one wonderful house, a little fairy looked into the stove.

She loved the flames so much.

She held out her hand, but the flames burned her

Ay, - the fairy exclaimed, and stamped her foot. What a bad fire! Let it go out!

Great wish! - the evil witch rejoiced

And in the whole country of fairies, the lights began to go out, which gave light at night and warmed in winter.
(and the lights in the windows of the fairy houses slowly go out)

The fairies flew out of their homes and wondered what had happened.
And the little Fairy realized that her angry wish had come true. She burst into tears and told what happened
And then the oldest, wisest fairy said
Our trouble can be helped. We need to find kind and sincere people who are ready to help us. If they make lanterns and light our country with them, we will have fire again.

Little Fairy flew to a village, and people helped her.
And since then, in memory of the fact that any wishes must be made with both head and heart, people began to celebrate the holiday of Fonraikov.
Lanterns that shine and give us joy and beauty.

And now we will make lanterns and save our little country of Fairies and Gnomes.

A fairy tale is quickly felt, but things are not done quickly.