"It's magic, mum".
Lillian Regent glanced at her daughter Kira, who was turning an old-fashioned trinket in her hands, from behind her collection of scientific articles.
"Of course it's not, Kira. And now allow me to read the article". And she put her earplugs back on.
But Kira definitely liked this item. Unlike other children, she hardly ever screamed and shouted, but if she wanted something very very much... The snow globe indeed was perfectly uncommon. Quite large, and the glass out of which it was made was of orange shade instead of colorless, and there wasn't just a little house inside, but a whole city out of glittering gold
