Natalia Kulbaka

Enchanted tales

© Natalia Kulbaka, 2025

Because sometimes…

You don’t need a rocket to fly to the stars, just one hug from your mom is enough.

You don’t need snow to feel the magic of Christmas, because magic is where the family buzz is.

You don’t need a pacifier to fall asleep like a princess, when dad tells you a story, bedtime is guaranteed!

Because sometimes, without great miracles, all that is needed is love… and a little humor amidst hardships.

ISBN 978-83-8431-793-8

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Spis treści

1. Enchanted tales

2. Zosia and Iga dream of a trip to the Moon

3. A visit to the North Pole

4. Zosia and the dream of the little bus

5. A Trip to the farm

6. Iga and the Pacifier Fairy

7. Zosia and Iga on the Chestnut Trail

8. Zosia goes to preschool

9. Magical Conversations After the Story

1. 1. Zosia and Iga Dream of a Trip to the Moon

2. 2. A Visit to the North Pole

3. 3. Zosia and the Dream of the Little Bus

4. 4. A Trip to the Farm

5. 5. Iga and the Pacifier Fairy

6. 6. Zosia and Iga on the Chestnut Trail

7. 7. Zosia Goes to Preschool

Zosia and Iga dream of a trip to the Moon

One evening, when the sky was clear and full of stars,

Zosia and Iga sat on their bed, gazing through the window at the bright Moon shining high above.

The girls were fascinated by its silver glow and began to imagine what it would be like to visit the Moon.

“Zosia, what do you think we could see up there?” Iga asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Maybe giant craters, mountains made of vanilla ice cream… and who knows, maybe some moon creatures too?” Zosia grinned.

Just then, Mom walked into the room, carrying a big book about space.

“What are you two up to?” she asked, sitting down beside them.

“We’re looking at the Moon and wondering what it would be like to go there,” Zosia explained.

Mom smiled mysteriously.

“What if I told you we could go there… right now?” she whispered.

The girls’ eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Really?! But how?” they both exclaimed.

“All we need is our imagination,” Mom replied with a wink. “And I’ll help you.”

She opened the book and began reading about rockets, astronauts, and space adventures.

The girls closed their eyes, and Mom began a magical story.

“Imagine we’re aboard our very own rocket ship. Zosia, you’re the captain, and Iga — you’re the brave pilot. Ready? Three, two, one… Lift off!”

The girls pretended to blast off into space. They could almost feel the rocket soaring higher and higher, past clouds and twinkling stars.

At last, they landed softly on the Moon’s silvery surface.

“We’ve landed!” Zosia announced solemnly.

Mom continued her story, describing how the girls stepped out of the rocket, put on their moon suits, and took their very first steps on the Moon.

Zosia and Iga imagined themselves jumping so high, it felt like flying — because on the Moon, gravity is lighter than on Earth.

“Look over there!” Mom exclaimed. “Isn’t that a mountain made of ice? Maybe we’ll find treasure hidden inside one of those craters!”

The girls imagined climbing a sparkling silver hill, peeking into craters filled with glowing moonstones that shimmered like diamonds.

“Mom, what about the moon creatures?” Iga asked.

Mom smiled and told them about tiny, glowing beings with long ears and starry eyes who appeared only when the Moon was full.

The girls pictured them offering cups of warm moon-dust tea and inviting them to a moonlight picnic.

Zosia and Iga, in their imaginations, sat on a silver rock, sipping tea and chatting with their new friends.

They knew that when they returned to Earth, they’d have countless stories to tell.

Finally, Mom said softly, “Time to go home now. Countdown to return: three, two, one… Back to Earth!”

The girls opened their eyes and found themselves back in their cozy room.

They were tucked into bed, but the feeling of adventure still glowed in their hearts.

“Mom, that was the best trip ever!” said Zosia, hugging her mom tightly.

“I’ll never forget our journey to the Moon,” added Iga, smiling sleepily.

Mom kissed them goodnight and quietly left the room.

The girls drifted off to sleep, dreaming of more adventures waiting in their dreams.

And though it was only a journey of imagination, for Zosia and Iga, it was the most real adventure they’d ever had.

A visit to the North Pole

It was a chilly December evening.

In the cozy room of Zosia, Iga, and little Kaja, the sweet smell of gingerbread filled the air — the cookies they had baked with Mom for Santa Claus.

On the table lay a colorful drawing of their dream presents.

A few days earlier, the girls had gone on a walk with Mom and dropped their letter into a bright red mailbox labeled “Letters to Santa.”

Zosia made sure the envelope slid perfectly inside.

“Now it’ll definitely get there!” Iga said with excitement.

That night, just before bedtime, the girls couldn’t stop talking about their letter.

“Do you think Santa has read it already?” Iga asked.

“Of course!” Zosia replied. “It was the real Santa’s mailbox!”

Kaja pressed her little nose against the window — and suddenly gasped.

“Look! Someone’s out there!” she squeaked.

And indeed — outside stood two tiny elves wearing red hats, waving happily at the girls.

“Come closer!” one of them called. “Santa sent us to check if you’re ready for Christmas — and if your letter has arrived!”

Before Zosia, Iga, or Kaja could reply, the elf sprinkled a handful of glittering golden dust into the air.

The room spun like a snow globe — and in a blink, the girls were standing at the North Pole!

The world around them sparkled with millions of twinkling stars.

Elves hurried through the snow, pulling sleds full of toys, and in the distance stood Santa’s enormous Toy Factory — its chimneys puffed out shimmering clouds of starlight instead of smoke.

“Wow…” whispered Iga. “So this is where all the presents are made?”

“That’s right!” the elf nodded. “And over there in the stable — that’s Rudolf and the other reindeer!”

The girls ran over and saw Rudolf — his red nose glowing like a lantern.

“It’s thanks to him,” explained the elf, “that Santa can find his way even in the biggest snowstorm.”

And then — there he was!

Santa Claus himself appeared, smiling warmly, his big red coat dusted with snow and a giant sack of presents slung over his shoulder.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he laughed heartily. “I got your beautiful letter! It was so colorful, I hung it up in the factory so all the elves know what presents to make for you!”

Zosia clapped her hands in delight, and little Kaja giggled.

“I also heard,” Santa added with a wink, “that your house doesn’t have a chimney…”

“Mom always leaves the window open for you,” Iga said proudly.

“And that’s perfect!” Santa beamed. “For most kids I use the chimney — but for you, I come quietly through the window, so you don’t get cold!”

He showed them his magical sleigh — glowing silver under the moonlight, packed full of colorful gifts.

“Would you like to go for a ride?” Santa asked.

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