The poor boy had forgotten about his birthday, but at the gate he saw a package. “What is this, who left it?”
Vanya woke up earlier than usual. The room was dark and cool, the cold draught coming from the window. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes for a moment, but sleep did not return. Outside, it was November—gray and chilly. The streets of the village were deserted, and it seemed … Read more