Бабушка Мороз. Сказка для стареньких детей

Edva madam Rozenfelʹd reshila v kanun Rozhdestva proveritʹ, prolezet li v ee dymokhod Ded Moroz, kak on vozʹmi da i svalisʹ eĭ pri͡amo na golovu. Vorchlivyĭ, na grani nervnogo sryva, no vse zhe Ded Moroz. Dazhe chlen profsoi͡uza. No pomiluĭte, kakoĭ Ded Moroz v nashe vremi͡a, posle vsego, chto perezhil i prodolzhaet perezhivatʹ mir?Zhan-Klod Gri͡umber ("Samyĭ dorogoĭ tovar", "Zhaklin Zhaklin") smeshal v svoeĭ novoĭ knige vremena i pokolenii͡a, skazku i realʹnostʹ, i͡umor i gorechʹ vo imi͡a pami͡ati, chtoby nyne zhivushchie uslyshali shepot tekh, komu, po slovam avtora, "poprostu ne khvatilo vremeni, chtoby veritʹ ili ne veritʹ v Deda Moroza".

As soon as Madame Rosenfeld decided on Christmas Eve to check if Santa Claus would fit into her chimney, he just fell right on her head. Grumpy, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but still Santa Claus. Even a union member. But for God's sake, what kind of Santa Claus is in our time, after all that the world has experienced and continues to experience?Jean-Claude Grumber ("The Most Expensive Product", "Jacqueline Jacqueline") In his new book, he mixed times and generations, fairy tale and reality, humor and bitterness in the name of memory, so that the living would hear the whispers of those who, according to the author, "simply did not have enough time to believe or not believe in Santa Claus."