"Look," Misha whispered, pointing to a diagram of the solar system. "The book says we are just a tiny part of the universe, but then it switches to Peter the Great. How does it all fit together?"

One moment, they were standing on the cold, wind-swept banks of the Neva River in the 1700s. They saw men in heavy coats hauling timber. "That’s Peter I!" Anya gasped, recognizing the tall figure from the portraits in Chapter 3. They watched as the foundations of St. Petersburg were laid, feeling the damp mist of the Baltic Sea on their faces. They understood now—history wasn't just dates; it was the sweat and dreams of people.

"The Big Dipper," Misha said softly. "It’s the same sky the ancient Slavs looked at, and the same sky the astronauts see today."

"I get it now," Anya said, closing the book. "The 'World Around Us' isn't just what's outside the window. It’s the stars above us, the soil beneath us, and the stories of the people who walked here before we did."

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