Christmas. A book in which the soul hid

When I was a little boy, I went with my parents to my grandmother in the village. She lived far away, so we visited there infrequently. But on my grandmother's birthday and Christmas we went for sure! Human memory is a strange thing. When I try to remember something from those times, first of all I remember not names, faces or events, but the festive atmosphere and the feeling of something mysterious and magical! It is these impressions that I tried to put into my book. This is a fabulous Christmas story with a light touch of childhood memories.

Vitaly Kirichenko