About the book: year / Outside the window, the evening street shone in the light of festive illumination, fluffy snow fell in multi-colored flakes in the smooth rhythm of her favorite melody - retro: "Tombe la neige", playing in the living room, an old Adamo record. The music melted into the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the lights of an elegant Christmas tree, reminiscent of the recent New Year's Eve. My heart was happy, and not only because Christmas was approaching. Everything developed in one harmony: long-awaited loneliness, cozy order in the house, which no one disturbed, a carefree everyday rhythm, and most importantly - no nervous tension in the fight against one’s own internal contradictions. Everything is like in the old days.