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ОглавлениеPoor Princess Snowflake. She was so distraught
that as soon as she got back to the Winter Palace,
she took to her icy bed and lay there with her
face buried in the pillow, and none of the kindly
old witches could rouse her. All that evening
they knocked upon her chamber door, singing:
Let us
in,
let us
in
Princess, dearie,
let us
in
For tho’ this
life is full of sin
And trouble,
Princess, dearie,
let us in
But Princess Snowflake cried, ‘Leave me to my sorrows! Begone from my chamber door!’
That night she dreamed a terrible dream. The
Gypsy King was standing on a black rock amidst
a great lake of fire, untroubled by the flames that
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