Baranīn followed her younger sister, Hamanullas, who shouted merrily as she ran out into the snow. All of Hamanullas's friends were already out and frolicking merrily amidst the large, fluffy flakes of snow that fell lightly in the streets.
"Put something on your head!" Baranīn called after her sister, who ignored the advice, merrily joining her friends. The seventeen-year old girl caught up with her eleven-year old sister, insisting that she cover her head. A struggle ensued as Hamanullas resisted her sister's attempt to cover her head. By the end, Hamanullas grouchily joined her friends, enduring the head covering Baranīn finally perched on her head.
Baranīn stood back with the other mothers and older siblings, watching the younger children play. As she stood, she put her own shawl up over her shoulder-length curly, chestnut hair. She looked at the snow a bit longingly, thinking that she may join in the fun a little later.
"Baranīn," her mother said from the door of their little house, "Come in and help. Hamanullas will be fine on her own. We need to make breakfast for your father. I have a feeling that, with this weather, your brother and his wife will be over soon, as your nephews will probably want to play in the snow."
Baranīn followed her mother into the kitchen and began to put breakfast on.
Hamanullas laughed as a snowball hit her. She rolled in the snow and looked up. Baranīn had gone back inside it appeared. Too bad, Hamanullas wanted her to join the fun. Baranīn never joined her fun anymore, though. Ever since she turned sixteen, she had stopped playing with her little sister. Hamanullas vowed she would never stop having fun. She received another snowball in the face. Hamanullas broke out of her thoughts, firing one back and hitting her former attacker squarely on the nose.
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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