I believe I 'm breaking up ! ' The whole day the Snow-man looked through the window ; towards dusk the room grew still more inviting ; the stove gave out a mild light , not at all like the moon or even the sun ; no , as only a stove can shine , when it has something to feed upon . When the door of the room was open , it flared up-this was one of its peculiarities ; it flickered quite red upon the Snow-man 's white face . ' I ca n't stand it any longer ! ' he said . ` How beautiful it looks with its tongue stretched out like that ! ' It was a long night , but the Snow-man did not find it so ; there he stood , wrapt in his pleasant thoughts , and they froze , so that he cracked . Next morning the panes of the kitchen window were covered with ice , and the most beautiful ice-flowers that even a snow-man could desire , only they blotted out the stove . The window would not open ; he could n't see the stove which he thought was such a lovely lady . There was a cracking and cracking inside him and all around ; there was just such a frost as a snow-man would delight in . But this Snow-man was different : how could he feel happy ? ` Yours is a bad illness for a Snow-man ! ' said the yard-dog . ' I also suffered from it , but I have got over it . Bow-wow ! ' he barked . ` The weather is going to change ! ' he added . The weather did change . There came a thaw .
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