«Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all theuuuuu hrrsh! The factory Christmas tree crashed into the wall and stopped there, gnawing branches. Tim was moving around the room, not finding a place for himself. For a few minutes, he was afraid to sleep.... The adults laughed and laughed in their hall, the Fed cut in the "star rangers", snapping at his brother, it was worth it to come up. Outside the window there was nasty snow - not lush flakes, but drizzle in half with rain, no walks, no promised skis do not wait. Gifts have already been bought, hidden in the pantry - probably nonsense, a new jacket or an encyclopedia . Tim had a pinch in his eyes, he sobbed from the offense, but did not growl .. He's an adult, ten years old...almost ten. And men don't cry."