Once upon a time, winter was cold. Not cold like it is now, but really cold. So cold that your breath would freeze as soon as it left your mouth, making a cloud of shiny little icicles that fell to the ground with a faint tinkling sound. It was pretty, but it made a slippery layer of ice over everything.

“Crivăț and the Snow Curse”

About the story: Based on a traditional Moldovan story about spring.