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Prologue
A grey-haired old man
Оглавление“She has a fever,” Marianna’s mom said, touching the child’s forehead. “We need to call the doctor tomorrow.”
The girl shivered, her face red.
“Lie down, lie down,” Grandma tucks Marianna in.
The girl drank a sweet mixture and drifted off to sleep.
In the next room, the light was still on, and in her half-dream, Marianna could see it.
It seemed she had already fallen asleep…
Everything was foggy… Marianna felt very bad, she didn’t know why, she just felt it. The girl opened her eyes. An old man with a long gray beard stood by her bedside and looked at her. Marianna could see the old man, but very hazily. Closing her eyes, she drifted back to sleep.
Morning came, and the girl woke up completely healthy.
Later, Grandma said it was Saint Nicholas who had visited. Who knows… maybe it was another old man.
