I flew in the mountains, saw shining snowy peaks, and heard their solemn silence. I flew over the seas, playing with dolphins, and felt the salty cold spray on me. I raised clouds of sand in the desert, and fell with them onto the sun-baked sand. I threw armfuls of snowflakes at the distant and cold pole, and they shone as brightly as the sun, which there never set beyond the horizon. An incomparable feeling of freedom and the endless sky, and you, flying so high that you think that you are left alone in the whole wide world. The third book in the series “The Magic of the Ural Forest.”