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When he opened it, he found his neighbor’s young daughter, Anya, holding a lopsided paper star covered in too much glitter.

"Christmas," he whispered, the word feeling strange on his tongue. "I want to live so much." rozdestvo_tak_xocetsya_zit

For months, the world had felt like it was fading to gray. Pyotr had stopped answering the phone; the voices on the other end felt like they belonged to a life he no longer lived. He looked at the meager tree in the corner—a spindly thing he’d bought from a street vendor out of a lingering sense of duty. It had only one ornament: a glass bird with a chipped wing that had belonged to his mother. When he opened it, he found his neighbor’s

A sharp rap at the door startled him. He hadn't expected anyone. Pyotr had stopped answering the phone; the voices