{"id":2859,"date":"2026-05-21T06:58:09","date_gmt":"2026-05-21T03:58:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/kazka\/syritka-zoryanka-chekaie-mykolaya\/"},"modified":"2026-05-21T07:17:49","modified_gmt":"2026-05-21T04:17:49","slug":"syritka-zoryanka-chekaie-mykolaya","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/syritka-zoryanka-chekaie-mykolaya\/","title":{"rendered":"Orphan Zoryanka is waiting for Nicholas."},"content":{"rendered":"

In a small shelter on the outskirts of a quiet town, there lived a little girl named Zoryanka. She was seven years old, and for three winters in a row she had been looking out the same window\u2014an old one with a thin crack in the corner through which a little wind always blew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The starling did not remember her mother's voice or her father's laughter. Only one small warmth lived in her heart - her name. "You were called the starling because you were born under the winter star," - Aunt Olena, who worked in the kitchen, once told her. The girl held these words like someone holds the last candy in her pocket - carefully, so as not to eat it all at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This year was a special winter. The snow fell so quietly, as if it was afraid to wake the sleepy children. The shelter was preparing for the holiday - the nannies hung paper snowflakes, and the head teacher brought a small Christmas tree, which was placed in the corner of the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Will Saint Nicholas come? \u2014 Zoryanka whispered to her friend Darusya. \u2014 To us? \u2014 Darusya shrugged. \u2014 The elders say that he doesn't come here. Because there are no mothers here to write him a letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl's eyes stung. She quietly went to the window\u2014the same one with the crack\u2014and pressed her forehead against the cold glass. In the yard stood a spruce tree, dusted with snow. The girl whispered: "Saint Nicholas, I'm not asking for a gift. I just want to know that you see me.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At night she couldn't sleep for a long time. The other children had already fallen asleep on their pillows, and Zoryanka kept looking at the shadows from the fir branches sliding along the ceiling. It was very quiet in the large room. Only the clock on the wall counted the minutes: tick-tock, tick-tock - like the heart of the shelter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And suddenly - Zoryanka herself didn't know whether it was a dream or reality - warmth blew through the window. Not cold, as usual, but warmth, gentle, as if someone had breathed on her frozen fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl sat on the bed. By the window stood a tall old man in white and gold robes. On his head shone a mitre - a majestic church hat, embroidered with gold threads. In his hand he held a long carved staff, and his white beard fell down to his waist. His eyes were as clear as two fireflies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"I see you, Zoryanko," said Saint Nicholas quietly so as not to wake the others. The girl was not frightened. She only tightly gripped the edge of the blanket and whispered, "I thought you didn't know where I live.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The saint smiled and sat down by her bed. He brought no large boxes or colorful ribbons. He just placed a small apple with a white ribbon tied to it and a single golden cone on the pillow next to her. \u201cThis is not a gift,\u201d he said. \u201cThis is a sign. So that you know that when you are sad, there is someone who remembers your name.\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The star girl hugged the cone with both hands. It was warm, as if it had just come out of the oven. \u201cAnd my mother\u2026 does she see me too?\u201d the girl asked almost without a voice. \u201cShe does,\u201d the old man nodded. \u201cAnd she gave you your name for a reason. Stars shine even when we don\u2019t notice them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the morning, Zoryanka was woken up by Darusya. On the pillow lay an apple with a ribbon and a golden cone. The children ran to look - no one could understand where it came from. "It's from him," Zoryanka said quietly and smiled as she had never smiled before in three winters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That morning it was especially warm in the shelter. And Zoryanka placed a pine cone on the windowsill, near the crack in the glass \u2014 so that all the stars that peek in at night would know: a girl lives here, whom Saint Nicholas has already found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\ud83d\udc9b Sometimes the greatest gift is when you are seen.<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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Little Zoryanka has been living in the shelter for three years. She has never seen Saint Nicholas before \u2014 but something tells her that this year will be different.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":2994,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"give_campaign_id":0,"yasr_overall_rating":0,"yasr_post_is_review":"","yasr_auto_insert_disabled":"","yasr_review_type":"","rank_math_description":"\u0417\u0432\u043e\u0440\u0443\u0448\u043b\u0438\u0432\u0430 \u0440\u0456\u0437\u0434\u0432\u044f\u043d\u0430 \u043a\u0430\u0437\u043a\u0430 \u043f\u0440\u043e \u043c\u0430\u043b\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u0443 \u0441\u0438\u0440\u0456\u0442\u043a\u0443 \u0417\u043e\u0440\u044f\u043d\u043a\u0443. \u0422\u0438\u0445\u0430 \u043c\u0430\u0433\u0456\u044f \u0421\u0432\u044f\u0442\u043e\u0433\u043e \u041c\u0438\u043a\u043e\u043b\u0430\u044f, \u0449\u043e \u0437\u0456\u0433\u0440\u0456\u0432\u0430\u0454 \u0441\u0435\u0440\u0446\u0435 \u0432\u0437\u0438\u043c\u043a\u0443.","rank_math_title":"","rank_math_focus_keyword":"","footnotes":""},"kategoriya":[],"vik":[],"zhanr":[],"class_list":["post-2859","kazka","type-kazka","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"acf":{"emoji":"\ud83c\udf1f","moral":"\u0406\u043d\u043e\u0434\u0456 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0431\u0456\u043b\u044c\u0448\u0438\u0439 \u0434\u0430\u0440\u0443\u043d\u043e\u043a \u2014 \u0446\u0435 \u043a\u043e\u043b\u0438 \u0442\u0435\u0431\u0435 \u0431\u0430\u0447\u0430\u0442\u044c.","image_1_prompt":"warm watercolor children book illustration, small girl with sad gentle eyes sitting on windowsill of children orphanage at night, single candle, cozy interior, snow falling outside, peaceful melancholic atmosphere, soft pastel, painterly, no text, no letters, no words","image_2_url":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/syritka-zoryanka-chekaie-mykolaya-2.jpg","image_2_prompt":"warm watercolor children book illustration, Saint Nicholas as Orthodox bishop in flowing white and gold liturgical vestments with tall golden mitre church hat and ornate bishop's staff (posokh), long white beard, kind face, kneeling beside small girl in nightgown, snowy night through window, NOT Santa Claus, NO red Santa suit, NO white fur trim, NO Santa hat, soft pastel, no text, no letters, no words"},"yasr_visitor_votes":{"stars_attributes":{"read_only":false,"span_bottom":false},"number_of_votes":0,"sum_votes":0},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kazka\/2859","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kazka"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/kazka"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kazka\/2859\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2995,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kazka\/2859\/revisions\/2995"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2994"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"kategoriya","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kategoriya?post=2859"},{"taxonomy":"vik","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/vik?post=2859"},{"taxonomy":"zhanr","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/zhanr?post=2859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}