A Christmas Tale. Рождественская сказка

Глава 1One snowy, blustery winter evening, I found myself in a heart-to-heart with my son. Feeling a pang of loneliness, I had come to visit my now grown and married boy. The room was cozy, warmed by a crackling stove that eased the mind and invited a soulful conversation. Outside the window, snowflakes whirled in a frenzied, secret dance, while a bitter northern wind howled relentlessly.My son and I have always been close. That evening, he got carried away in conversation and began to tell me a true story from his life with great enthusiasm, and I listened intently.It happened not too long ago. He was lying on the sofa in front of the TV, eyes open. An intriguing detective film was playing. Then came a long string of commercials, and as sometimes happens in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep, he saw a scene from his past life. He felt as if he were a teenager again, about twel…