Annotation to the book “What happened to Olechka under the New Year’s tree” On New Year's Eve we are all waiting for a miracle. We hope that something magical and unforgettable will happen. Yes... that’s exactly how my Christmas tree magically burned down, but I didn’t have time to buy a new one. And my former classmate will rush to extinguish the unfortunate plastic beauty. Do you think this is the beginning of a great and pure love? What more. This is a newly awakened hostility and irritation towards someone who at school, at every opportunity, tried to piss me off.