In winter, a different life begins in the forest. The leaves have fallen, berries, nuts, mushrooms are gone now. People rarely appear, so the forest is unusually quiet. Only from time to time some bird of prey shouts, a squirrel runs, and again silence. It is now very calm here, the forest fell asleep until spring, and while it sleeps, mystical creatures walk between the trees. Especially at night, they light magic bulbs, such strips glowing with green light, and the animals begin to talk among themselves. - See, you know what it is? - I do not know. And you. - I also. They whisper to each other the stories of their forest, they are interested in how it happened in their forest.
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