Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 263767)

In the village there is no new year, but only a continuation of the old. Village time, unlike the city, not the multicolored scraps from different places ponderance and associated nodules Christmas show on TV, and endless, disasterarea thread, which, like Christmas garland, hanging everything - the boots, drying by the stove, and the stove, sopping wet and icy baby gloves, and summer cotton sundresses, and a winter sheepskin coat, and snow-covered dog house and the dog along with her nonsense, and two magpies on the roof of the shed, and a stack of new mown hay, and the snow, and a house with a chimney, and the smoke from the chimney, and christenings, and birthdays, and funerals, and a hundred and fifty for no reason, and even cricket, which is now bursting in the pleasant warmth of the heated stove, and in summer rang grasshopper and next winter will again be a cricket.