"Yes," she answered; "let us go out and play, though we are old. But why should we make a snow-man? Better to make a snow-child, since Heaven will not grant us a live one."
"Very good," said Ivan.
He put on his cap, and went with his wife into the garden.
They really set about making a baby of snow. They made the body; then arms and legs; then put on the top a ball of snow for a head.
"Heaven help you!" cried one who passed by,
"Many thanks," replied Ivan.
"Heaven's help is always acceptable," added Mary.
"What are you doing?" continuued the stranger.
"What you yourself see," answered Ivan.
"We are making a Snyegurka!"[1] cried Mary, laughing.
Then they made a little nose and a chin, two little holes for eyes, and as soon as Ivan had finished—oh, wonderful!—a sweet breath came out of its mouth! Ivan lifted up his arms and stared. The little holes were no longer holes; in their place were two bright blue eyes, and the tiny lips smiled lovingly upon him.
- ↑ Snow-child.
