“Shura remembered this scene very clearly: the end of December, very soon Shura’s favorite holiday - New Year. Soft frost and rare slow snow, dancing under the dim light of a lantern. They go with their mother to the skating rink, or rather, to the “section” - as their beloved Asenka, Brother-in-law’s grandmother, says. Shura is wearing a brown old and rather tight stag fur coat, converted into a jacket, and knitted leggings. Over the shoulder, on laces tied together, are shoes with figure skates. Shura loves figure skating, but hates boots. They are black, boyish, and Shura inherited them. Of course, she dreams of white ones, made of shiny and soft to the touch, magical leather, with chrome-plated hooks, real, Czech-made. But my mother says that it is expensive and unaffordable. And in general, we still need to see which Shura is a figure skater. “Maybe from the word “fig”?” - Mom asks and laughs wildly. Shura is slightly offended, but her mother kisses her and asks her not to sulk..."