Unfound Georgy was running as fast as he could, deeper and deeper into the misty woods. The winter wind was blowing and the dead leaves were rustling. The sky was covered by the nimbus clouds and some vultures were hovering over his head. After fifteen minutes of tiresome running, Georgy was finally unable to see them. He sat by the frozen river and soon he fell asleep. Actually it was 31st December, the Christmas Eve. Georgy was excited about the gifts he would receive.…
