{"id":1093,"date":"2026-05-01T18:28:07","date_gmt":"2026-05-01T15:28:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/?post_type=kazka&p=1093"},"modified":"2026-05-02T00:27:54","modified_gmt":"2026-05-01T21:27:54","slug":"pinhvin-u-mandrivtsi","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/pinhvin-u-mandrivtsi\/","title":{"rendered":"Penguin on a journey"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u23f1 ~4 min reading<\/p>\n\n\n

Far, far away in the south, where the glaciers stand like white cathedrals, and where the sea smells of salt and fresh snow, there lived a little penguin named Fluffy. His feathers were black and white, his legs were short and pink, and his eyes were round and curious, like two shiny blueberries.<\/p>\n\n

Pushko's days went like this: morning - in the water, looking for fish. Day - on the ice floe next to his mother. Evening - under the wing of his father, a large swan penguin, who hugged the whole family with his wing at once. The snow crunched. The wind whistled. And everything was familiar - down to the last snowflake.<\/p>\n\n

Until one day, Fluffy got thoughtful. He sat on the very edge of the ice floe, watching the waves lazily sway the ice fragments, and whispered to himself:<\/p>\n\n

"And what about where there is no snow? What about where the sea is warm as milk?"<\/p>\n\n

This thought never left his head. At night he dreamed of palm trees, although he had never seen them. During the day he dreamed of bright colors that were simply not there on the glacier. And on the third day he went to his mother.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Mom, I want to see warm countries.<\/p>\n\n

Mom looked at him for a long, long time. Then she lightly touched his beak with her beak.<\/p>\n\n

"Go, my little one. Just come back. The sea is wide, but home is one.".<\/p>\n\n

Dad silently hugged him with his wing. And Fluffy moved on.<\/p>\n\n

At first he jumped from ice floe to ice floe. The ice crunched softly under his paws. The sun shone brightly, but the air bit his beak with cold. On the third day, a flock of dolphins swam out to meet him - silver, smooth, with smiles on their faces.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWhere are you going, little one?\u201d the oldest dolphin croaked.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 To warm lands.<\/p>\n\n

"Sit on your back. We're just about there.".<\/p>\n\n

Fluffy climbed onto the smooth dolphin's back, and it carried him through the blue waves. The spray hit his face, and it smelled of seaweed and something sweet that Fluffy didn't know. The further they swam, the warmer it became. The ice was replaced by warm blue water. Instead of seagulls, other birds circled overhead - pink ones with long legs.<\/p>\n\n

When Fluffy stepped onto the first sandy beach in his life, he gasped. The sand was hot, like a freshly baked bun. The palm trees swayed like great green fans. Parrots sat on the branches\u2014yellow, red, turquoise\u2014and chattered as if arguing about who was the loudest.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d the striped gray monkey asked him, hanging by its tail.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 I'm Fluffy. A penguin.<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\u041f\u0456\u043d\u0433\u0432\u0456\u043d<\/figure>\n\n\n

"I haven't heard of such things. Do you like to eat?"<\/p>\n\n

The monkey gave him a banana. The little one tasted it carefully - sweet, soft, unusual. Not at all like a fish. But delicious.<\/p>\n\n

For a whole week, Fluffy traveled. He saw cats lounging on rooftops. He danced with children on the beach\u2014they laughed at his swaying gait and clapped their hands. He listened to parrots telling stories to each other in the evenings. He tasted coconut. He tasted mango. He lay on the warm sand and watched the big orange sun set.<\/p>\n\n

Everything was great.<\/p>\n\n

But on the seventh day, when he was once again sitting alone on the shore, his chest felt somehow\u2026 quiet. Not sad. Just quiet. He closed his eyes\u2014and suddenly he could clearly imagine the smell of his mother's feathers, which smelled of the sea and snowflakes. He remembered how his father's wing covered him from above, big and warm like a blanket. He remembered how the snow crunched under his paws in the morning.<\/p>\n\n

"I'm bored," said Fluffy quietly to the wave. "I want to go home.".<\/p>\n\n

The dolphins took him back. The journey home seemed longer because his heart was racing. And when the white glaciers appeared on the horizon, tears welled up in Pushko's eyes.<\/p>\n\n

All the penguins ran to the shore. Mom leaned her beak against his. Dad covered him with his wing.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cHow was it?\u201d his friends asked, surrounding him.<\/p>\n\n

"It's wonderful," said Fluffy. "Palm trees, bananas, warm sun. But I realized one thing. It's wonderful to visit. And even better to come back.".<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d the little penguin was surprised.<\/p>\n\n

The little one thought, looked at his mother, at his father, at the familiar ice floe.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Because warmth is not in the weather. It is in those who are waiting for you at home.<\/p>\n\n

All through the long polar winter, Fluffy told stories. About parrots. About monkeys. About sweet bananas and hot sand. The little penguins listened, their beaks open wide. They dreamed of one day swimming there too.<\/p>\n\n

Some of them did indeed sail away when they grew up. But they all returned. Because now they knew Pushko's little secret: no matter how much sun and palm trees there are in distant lands, the dearest home is where someone hugs you with their wings and smells of snowflakes and the sea.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u2728 Warmth is not in the temperature, but in those who are waiting for you at home \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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