{"id":962,"date":"2026-05-01T18:27:05","date_gmt":"2026-05-01T15:27:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/?post_type=kazka&p=962"},"modified":"2026-06-03T23:25:50","modified_gmt":"2026-06-03T20:25:50","slug":"podyaka-malenkoyi-tini","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/podyaka-malenkoyi-tini\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanks to the little shadow"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Sofiyka had a small shadow. Not big, not scary - just a shadow, like all children's. In the morning it was long, like a ribbon, and stretched across the entire room. At noon - short, like a puddle underfoot. And in the evening it stretched out again - and walked next to her along the path, repeating every step of Sofiyka.<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka didn't notice her. She had so many other important things to do\u2014swinging on the swing, catching dragonflies, counting stones in the yard, looking for the biggest pine cone in the park. Who needs shade here?<\/p>\n\n

And the shadow lived its quiet life. It listened to the sparrows singing. It watched the apple tree sway its branches. It felt the warm stones reflecting the sun's rays. And it quietly rejoiced at everything it saw.<\/p>\n\n

One June, Sofiyka was walking home from kindergarten with her mother. The day was warm, the air smelled of linden blossom, and the sidewalk was covered in round patches of light from the trees. Sofiyka jumped across them\u2014from patch to patch\u2014as if she were swimming across small lakes.<\/p>\n\n

And suddenly - a thin, barely audible voice:<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Thank you for never stepping on me too hard.<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka stopped. She looked around. There was no one around \u2014 only her mother two steps ahead and her own shadow, which for some reason stood completely still, as if listening.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWho is this?\u201d Sofiyka asked in a whisper.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 It's me. Your shadow.<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka squatted down. Right in front of her, on the heated asphalt, lay a thin, soft-gray shadow\u2014with her pigtails, with her little sandals, with her round cheeks.<\/p>\n\n

"And you... can you speak?"<\/p>\n\n

"Only when they listen to me. I speak quietly. Many people call you, but no one calls me. So I got used to being silent.".<\/p>\n\n

Sophie thought for a moment. Her cheeks turned a little pink, because she felt ashamed for some reason.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n

The shadow shifted as if it sighed.<\/p>\n\n

"It happens," she answered. "When you are insulted, I shrink and hide under your feet. When you yell at the cat, it's hard for me too, because I can see its eyes too. And when you are hugged, I grow with you. And I become as wide as a wing.".<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka looked at her shadow in a new way. She had jumped over it so many times, run over it, not noticed it. She had never even said "hello" to it.<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\u041f\u043e\u0434\u044f\u043a\u0430<\/figure>\n\n\n

\u2014 Have you been with me for a long time?<\/p>\n\n

"Since you were born. I saw you learning to walk. When you fell on the swing and cried for the first time. When your dad carried you on his shoulders. I was always there. I am your faithful friend. You are not alone - I am always with you.".<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka's eyes tingled. Not from sadness, but from something warm, soft, rising from the very bottom of her heart.<\/p>\n\n

"Forgive me," she said quietly. "I didn't notice you. And you're so much..."<\/p>\n\n

"You don't have to forgive," the shadow replied gently. "Just remember that I exist. And that I'm not alone. Everything alive feels something, little one. A pebble, a leaf, a dog in the yard, a river, even your old teddy bear. If you're kind to them, the world around you will turn green.".<\/p>\n\n

Sofiyka squatted down and looked for a long, long time. Then carefully, very carefully, she ran her hand over the shadow - not touching it, just above it. And she laughed - the shadow laughed with her. She waved her hand - the shadow waved. She jumped - and the shadow jumped, softly, without a single knock.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cSofiya, what are you doing there?\u201d Mom turned around.<\/p>\n\n

"I'm getting to know my shadow," Sofiyka said seriously.<\/p>\n\n

Mom smiled and didn't ask. Some acquaintances\u2014the most important ones\u2014don't need to be explained to adults.<\/p>\n\n

From that day on, Sofiyka walked differently. If she saw a butterfly, she would crouch down and watch it fold its wings. If she found a snail on the path, she would carefully carry it to the grass so that no one would step on it. When her mother was cooking and a piece of bread accidentally fell on the floor, Sofiyka would pick it up, shake it, and put it on a plate, because bread also feels something.<\/p>\n\n

And once in the kindergarten, the girl Ulyana hit her knee on the swing and cried, all alone in the corner. Sofiyka sat down next to her, silently gave her her handkerchief and laid her head on her shoulder. She didn\u2019t say a word \u2014 she just sat next to her. And Ulyana\u2019s shadow, which was hiding on the wall, carefully reached out and touched Sofiyka\u2019s shadow. The two little gray girls on the wall held hands.<\/p>\n\n

In the evening, when Sofiyka was already lying in bed and listening to her mother reading a fairy tale, her shadow sat down next to her on the wall and listened with her. Sofiyka turned her head and whispered:<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Good night, shadow.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Good night, little one.<\/p>\n\n

And they both fell asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n

\n\n

\u2728 All living things have feelings \u2014 and respond to kindness \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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