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I found my stone in "The Ice City" at the square of 1905 revolution. That is because it reminds me of an ice block. I thought that it was a two-hundred kilogram piece of ice building until I noticed that it had an absolutely specific cut. The stone fell down on my leg, but it didn't crack, not even one little piece separated from it. And I decided to keep this stone as a memory because I don't have something like that falling down on my feet. I couldn't put it in the pocket or in a bag, but I could slide it because it was slippery and it was snowing. So having equipped myself with the rope, I tightly winded it round my stone and it yielded to me - it followed me where I went. People looked at us with amazement and took photos and videos of my iceberg and even the news told about us in the evening. Finally, we got home. What a miracle it was when I saw that my ice-stone didn't melt! No weather could scare my stone! I live in the Urals and I wanna have a memory of skates and sledges in the summer. Now I have my own never melting iceberg! |