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Driving through snowy Russia somehow, in this winter I heard another story. New Year’s trees told. In one of the villages, I don’t remember the name (Pukhovo, maybe), there are many of them all over Russia, among the forests close to the unprepossessing houses approaching – an unusual rabbit got into the habit. It was said that he, like a squirrel, could quickly soar on any, even the tallest tree, with its top reaching up to white clouds. Climbing, the rabbit flew down like an arrow. Then everything was repeated.

He came to elections, the first snow, Christmas or retirement, and other significant events. They called the rabbit Yoshka. In honor of the tree, which he couldn’t climb because of the «furry paws» – and he fell. The case is so rare that I remember it. The rabbit’s name has become a household name. Because its jumping shadow – to events in the life of the village or any of its inhabitants.