Morning Coffee. Storybook

The morning began as usual: for the third day in a row, large black ornate snowflakes, up to 1.5 cm in diameter, fell from the sky. They enveloped the cities in their black glow, sparkled, as if covering the roofs of houses, schools, hospitals with a mourning cap. And people, all in black, with dissatisfied faces, hurried to leave the open air, hating and condemning the snowfall.

– Ugh! – a breathless voice rang out in the hallway. – It's snowing again! – and Rida, deftly throwing off her outerwear, hastily began to wipe the black streaks of melted snow from her face.

– What I'd told you? You bought an orange hat in vain! You hardly would be able to wear it all the winter: there's a lot of precipitation this year! – Greg shouted her back from his room.

– Hi, Kant, – Rida entered the room. – What are you doing?

– Hi, – Kant responded. – Your brother has gone crazy!

– Yeah? And that happens to him… – Rida drawled thoughtfully.

– You don't understand anything!.. – Greg was indignantly ardent, rocking back and forth in his chair. – Imagine, Rida! If only the snow were transparent, how nice it would be! And you could wear your favorite orange hat!

– …but the gloves will still have to be washed… I went in green today, to match the color of my boots… What are you saying? Transparent? – Rida smiled broadly at her brother. – You're a dreamer…

– Greg, come down from heaven! There is no such thing as transparent snow…

– Why not?! After all, the rain is transparent!

– Well, freeze the rain and make snow out of it! And I'd better go to wash the gloves… – Rida left the room, completely upset by the stains on her gloves.

– Okay, Greg, I have to go home too. What do you say you want? To create a small planet with snow?

– Yeah!

– And there will be people on it?

– Of course there will be!

– But if snow turns from rain, and rain from snow, then it turns out that certain laws will exist there…

– In general, all the laws of physics will exist there! I'm telling you: I thought of everything.

– All the physical ones? Wow, no way! Well, good luck to you!

– You'll see. Bye!

– Look at the snow falling! – Greg exclaimed.

Kant hung over the small blue ball, fascinated and surprised, watching the snow falling there, just like theirs, only white.