A children's story bound in volumes and full of childish innocence. Due to some reason, parts of the series had become lost.

Chapter One

A long time ago, the Eternal Freeze had just began in Belobog.
The land was not yet fully covered by the heavy snow. All the animals were playing joyfully outside Belobog.
Somewhere far away from Belobog lived a donkey who wanted to become a musician.

One day, the master of the donkey went to him:
“Hmph hmph hmph, my old donkey, you hard-worked for me your whole life. What kind of dream do you have?”
The donkey was happy to learn that he might have a chance to fulfill his dream.
“Neigh neigh neigh, my kind master, I want to enter the theater of Belobog. I want to become a musician!”

His master nodded and said:
“A nice dream! How about this: I'll send you to the market of Belobog myself!”

The old donkey answered quickly:
“Neigh neigh neigh, the market of Belobog? Does that place need a musician, too?”

His master laughed:
“Hah hah hah, what place doesn't require a musician? Come to the backyard tomorrow morning. Don't be late!”

The old donkey recalled that many of his animal friends taken to the backyard had never returned.
Only then did he realize that he was in big trouble!
So the donkey packed up supplies and belongings and ran into the dark snowy night…

Chapter Two

More snow fell on its face, and the load it was carrying felt ever heavier. The old donkey felt the cold was hurting even his hooves:
“Neigh neigh neigh, when is this snowstorm going to end?”

A smart old hound heard the donkey's complaint and yawned as it was lying down behind some tree roots:
“Woof woof woof, snowstorm won't end! Why run in a rush! Careful you'll fall!”

The snow made it hard for the donkey to see and it had no strength to keep walking, so it hid behind the tree roots with the hound to shelter from the snow.
But why would a hound appear in this snow-filled wilderness? The old donkey was intrigued.
“Neigh neigh, thank you ol' fella! But why are you lying in snow?”

Hearing this, the old hound only shook its head.
“Woof woof, you're welcome. Snow won't stop, prey are naught. Master was not nice, I was to pay the price! No way I could agree, so I had to flee!”

The old donkey sighed when he heard this. There was nowhere to go in the snowstorm. How could they stay alive? But he immediately thought of a good idea:
“Neigh neigh neigh, listen to me! There's a city called Belobog, and the weather there is very mild! I can play a tune, you can beat a drum, and we'll make the stage our home!”

The old hound thought it was a great idea. He lolled his tongue in delight, and even the hot vapor of his breath froze into ice flakes.
“Woof woof woof, then I'll come with you!”