In a small village in Russia, there lived a curious little boy named Ivan. When winter came, the whole world was covered with snow, like a white fairy - tale world. One early morning, Ivan got up very early. He looked out of the window at the pure white snow outside, and his heart was full of longing for the outside world.
When he got dressed and pushed open the door to step into the snow, he noticed a strange set of footprints on the snow. These footprints didn't look like those of a human being, nor did they resemble those of the small animals he was familiar with. Ivan's eyes lit up immediately, and he decided to follow these footprints to find out.
Ivan walked carefully along the footprints, his own footprints intermingling with those mysterious ones. He passed by some branches bent by the snow, and the snow on the branches would occasionally fall down with a rustling sound, as if cheering him on. His face was flushed from the cold, but his eyes were full of determination and excitement. As the footprints became deeper, he walked into a wider expanse of snow, and the snow around him sparkled with silver dots in the sunlight.
Soon, Ivan arrived at a cave. He was surprised to find that the mysterious footprints went straight into the cave. The cave was dark inside and faintly exuded a mysterious air. Ivan was a little scared, but his curiosity still got the better of him. He took a deep breath and then slowly walked into the cave. It was very quiet in the cave, and he could only hear his own footsteps and heartbeat.
After walking in the cave for a while, Ivan found an injured fawn. Then he suddenly realized that the mysterious footprints were those of this fawn. The fawn's leg was injured, and it was lying in the corner, shivering. Ivan felt pity for it and decided to help the fawn. He took out some cloth strips from his backpack and gently bandaged the fawn's wound.
Under Ivan's careful care, the fawn seemed to feel a little better. Ivan slowly took the fawn out of the cave. At this time, the sun emerged from behind the clouds, and the golden sunlight shone on them. The footprints on the snow were no longer mysterious now, but full of warm memories. Ivan and the fawn played in the snow for a while, and then he took the fawn back to the village. He knew that this winter, he had a very special friend.
