“... When we went outside, it was beginning to get light: the blue of the transparent trail of the creeping night, the thin whitish candy of the moon over the snow-covered roofs, the sleepy windows with cotton wool and shiny tinsel between the frames. It’s good for those whom the evil witch does not drive out of the house at this early hour with the order “bring something, I don’t know what.” Christmas tree, yeah. It’s clear that she needs something completely different...”