How the fairy tale became bylyyu
Lovely Father Frost!
in Father Frost. Already to the first class each sane peanut knew well that you are absent. And where we could be convinced of the return? On morning performances in kindergarten? Or on fir-trees in numerous Palaces of culture where the tired and frayed by life uncles and aunts tried to give themselves for the real wizards? Thus, having ceased to believe in your existence of years in seven, I lived in this disbelief as early as years twenty.During this time at me was born
and the son grew up, and I as could, tried to create for it the New Year`s fairy tale (the benefit, and suits became better, and parents of opportunities have more).
I suddenly during one fine instant I understood that I should not think out more you. You really are! Just all these years
my eldest son talked to you on the Internet, and last winter even visited with the grandmother you Velikiy Ustyug.
You, probably, remember it? His name is Ignat, and he is the best pupil in the class. To Ignat it was already executed 10, and he since three years knows from where children undertake. But he even never thought of that, real you or not. How he can doubt it if he shook hands with you and fed with bread of your favourite deer?
At Ignat the younger brother Maksimka grows up. To it so far only one and a half years, and I still do not know what will be his future life at all. But I know one precisely - in it there will always be a place to the fairy tale. Because
Thanks to you huge and low bow from millions of fathers and mothers, grandmothers and grandfathers and, of course, children for your such fine, but hard work.
Happy New Year you, Father Frost!
Ignat, Maksimka and mother Katya who believes in you now