Today is not a simple day, or rather, not a simple morning.
I remember those my childhood morning sensations, when outside the window the first snow.
6 o'clock in the morning, the radio starts playing in the house, I'm still in bed, and my father says: "Get up, winter has come." I jump up and go to the window and see that everything in the yard is covered with snow. And this is not the first snow that …
