About the book: year / “Twelve... eleven...” Grandfather, please... Mom’s lips are moving. “Ten... nine...” ...if you exist... Eyes closed. “Eight... seven...” ...give me a sign! The grandmother is thinking about something and is constantly looking at the screen. "Six. Five". Make a miracle! Shiny snowflakes flash on the screen - like sparkles. "Four. Three." Let... let... Mom opens her eyes. "Two! One!»