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A little bunny named Snowball lived with his dad in a cozy hole under a pine tree. They didn't have a mom - she left last year. Dad is now both dad and mom. All autumn he taught Snowball: where to go, what to eat, how to hide from the fox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winter has come. There is a lot of snow. Snowball and dad were walking in the morning, looking for bark. Suddenly - a scream. A little squirrel flew out of the pine tree, something happened to it. Dad ran to save it. "Snowball, stay here, I'll be right back!"\u00ab<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snowball sat down under the fir tree. He waited. A minute. Five. Ten. And then a blizzard began. Suddenly, as it happens in winter. The wind whirled the snow, the trees swayed. Snowball didn't know where to look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dad was gone. Sniezhko waited a little longer. Then he got up. He looked where Dad had run. There were no traces \u2014 they had been swept away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snezhko set off on his own. For the first time in his life, he went into the storm alone. He jumped through the snowdrifts. He called out, \u00abDad! Dad! Where are you?\u00bb His voice was thin, no one heard it\u2014it was drowned out by the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wandered for a long time. It was already dark. He no longer knew where the hole was, where the pine tree, where the spruce tree was. He cried. He sat down in the snow. "I'm lost. Completely lost.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Suddenly, something shone through the snow. Not moonlight, but something else\u2014warm, golden. Snezhko raised his head. Someone in white was walking towards him. Tall, in white and gold robes, with a mitre on his head, with a staff that softly glowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snezhko wasn't scared. Because it suddenly became warm. That's what happens when someone is kind nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you Sniezhko?\u201d the old man asked gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Yes," whispered the bunny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"I am Saint Nicholas. Dad is looking for you in the other direction. Come on, I'll take you to him. Hold on to my robe.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snowball grabbed the edge of his white robe with his teeth. The saint left. Strangely enough, the wind seemed to have died down around them. The snow was falling, but it didn't block the road. There was like a tunnel of silence between them and the blizzard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They didn't walk long. Suddenly, through the snow, Snowball saw a figure\u2014long rabbit ears, restless movements. Dad!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDad!\u201d Snowball shouted and started running.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Snowdrop! Son!" Dad ran up, hugged him with his paws, and pressed him to his chest. He was shaking. Snowdrop was shaking. They were both crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"I've been looking for you everywhere, son. I screamed and screamed. I thought I'd lost you. Say thank you to whoever brought you.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snezhko turned to thank him. But the Saint was gone. Only the trace of his crutch in the snow. And a slight warmth in his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dad and son were returning home, dad carrying Snezhko on his back. He found the way again. At home they drank warm mouse soup, warmed their paws. And Snezhko whispered quietly: "Dad, isn't mom waiting for us too? Somewhere?"\u00ab<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dad was silent for a long time. Then he said, "She's waiting, son. She's always waiting. It's just that not all of us can see her now. But she loves us\u2014just like the one who brought you to me today. Love always brings you home.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\ud83d\udc9b The one you love hasn't disappeared. He's just waiting for you to find him.<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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Little bunny Snezhko lost his dad in a snowstorm. Dad ran to save the squirrel, but Snezhko waited and waited and didn't make it. The blizzard was swirling so much that he couldn't see where to go. And suddenly - light through the snow.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":3030,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"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 \u043a\u0430\u0437\u043a\u0430 \u043f\u0440\u043e \u043c\u0430\u043b\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0437\u0430\u0439\u0447\u0438\u043a\u0430, \u044f\u043a\u0438\u0439 \u0437\u0430\u0433\u0443\u0431\u0438\u0432 \u0442\u0430\u0442\u0430 \u0443 \u0437\u0430\u0432\u0456\u0440\u044e\u0441\u0456. \u0421\u0432\u044f\u0442\u0438\u0439 \u041c\u0438\u043a\u043e\u043b\u0430\u0439 \u0432\u0435\u0434\u0435 \u0439\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0434\u043e \u0442\u0430\u0442\u0430 \u043a\u0440\u0456\u0437\u044c \u0441\u043d\u0456\u0433.","rank_math_title":"","rank_math_focus_keyword":"","footnotes":""},"kategoriya":[],"vik":[],"zhanr":[],"class_list":["post-2913","kazka","type-kazka","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"acf":{"emoji":"\ud83d\udc30","moral":"\u041d\u0435 \u0437\u043d\u0438\u043a \u0442\u043e\u0439, \u043a\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0442\u0438 \u043b\u044e\u0431\u0438\u0448. \u0412\u0456\u043d \u043f\u0440\u043e\u0441\u0442\u043e \u0447\u0435\u043a\u0430\u0454, \u043f\u043e\u043a\u0438 \u0442\u0438 \u0439\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0437\u043d\u0430\u0439\u0434\u0435\u0448.","image_1_prompt":"warm watercolor children book illustration, tiny white snow rabbit standing alone in heavy snowstorm in dense pine forest, lost and afraid, looking up at falling snow, footprints disappearing behind, melancholic urgent tender mood, soft pastel colors, painterly, no text, no letters, no words","image_2_url":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/snizhko-shukaie-tata-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, NOT Santa Claus, NO red Santa suit, NO white fur trim, NO Santa hat, walking through blizzard with small white rabbit beside him holding edge of his white robe, golden glow around them parting the snow, peaceful magical winter atmosphere, soft pastel, painterly, 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\/2913","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\/2913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3031,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kazka\/2913\/revisions\/3031"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3030"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"kategoriya","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kategoriya?post=2913"},{"taxonomy":"vik","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/vik?post=2913"},{"taxonomy":"zhanr","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/zhanr?post=2913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}