(miniflash story)

The first snow fell in Kyiv like a light lace that embraced the city in the arms of a winter fairy tale.

The trees in the parks now wore white caps instead of leaves, and the golden domes of the churches twinkled in the light of the lanterns. The snow whispered under the feet of passers-by, and the city breathed peace, as if hiding under a downy blanket of silence.