𝓞n that long night, 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 with a chill that sticks to the bone and if you leave the house then you can't feel the 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵 and life again. The moon at that time was 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 phase, it shone its light during a 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹. Then in a small house located near the mountain with a large room if only a few people were enough, there was a man. The man drank his 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 and stared out the window — then looked at the 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙙 that night outside.

𝓦hether because of what, or 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲. He started walking and stepped his feet around. Yes, going out to see the 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙙. At that moment he stepped in thin clothes, and somehow he wasn't cold at all. Then he 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆. He picked up the falling 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 and stared at him; put it in the palm of his hand. But the strangest thing was, when he stood in all the snowy places, the snow 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥. And here I will withdraw my words about the 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵. There was one warm man with his warmth and kindness who could melt the 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘. He gave his name to this story, namely 𝐊𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨.