Smoke.
Winter, it was nearing evening. The sun had already gone, replacing the darkness of the forest outside the window. Andrey stood at the window, looking at the frosty patterns on the window, thinking out plots for them and wondering who the blizzard depicted on the glass. People outside the window also did not sleep. Everyone was in a hurry somewhere, shopping in the nearest stalls, walking with families, enjoying the last days of the waning year. The New Year's bustle was beating from every house. The village did not sleep. Couples sat under dim lanterns, catching flakes of snow, families fussed at home, teenagers and children dragged themselves along the streets, telling New Year's legends. Andrey was distracted from his thoughts by Dima, his friend since childhood in this place, who today decided to stay overnight and help with decorating the room for the holiday. A warm smile played on his face, brown eyes seemed amber in the soft light of the nightlight.
About Smoke.
Winter, it was nearing evening. The sun had already gone, replacing the darkness of the forest outside the window. Andrey stood at the window, looking at the frosty patterns on the window, thinking out plots for them and wondering who the blizzard depicted on the glass. People outside the window also did not sleep. Everyone was in a hurry somew...Read more