“The winter sky, covered with a thin veil, seemed to have been struck by a strong blow, and moonlight softly and poisonously poured through the torn edges. During the full moon, I don’t go into hysteria and eat tons of chocolate, but if I manage to glance at a deathly pale ball in the black with blue streaks sky, it can be difficult to shake off my stupor. I shrugged my shoulders chillily and found the strength to draw the curtain: what does the full moon have to do with it? The moon is just beginning to take on a rounded shape, it looks far from perfect and somewhat shabby, the New Year is approaching, and my mood should be puppyishly enthusiastic and recklessly joyful. But even a cup of your favorite coffee with cinnamon and black pepper did not drive away the aching melancholy and feeling of chills...”