Золото, перина и ночная чертовщина

Ėta kniga o tom, chto priruchitʹ chudo proshche prostogo. Stoit tolʹko ochenʹ zakhotetʹ: snega, kogda osenʹ vsë ne ukhodit, ili tepla, chtoby samui͡u malostʹ sogretʹsi͡a. A volshebstvo naĭdëtsi͡a, i u kazhdogo a kak inache? - budet svoë."- Poslushaĭ, no vedʹ ranʹshe takogo ne bylo! Ty igral i vesnoĭ, i letom. I bylo teplo, nikakogo snega... Pochemu seĭchas - tak? Kak ty ėtomu nauchilsi͡a?- A ty? Pochemu tvoi shary nauchilisʹ rastaplivatʹ sneg?On pokazyvaet na ulit͡su, na nari͡adnui͡u ëlku. Da, teperʹ i i͡a vizhu. Na ëlke tochno estʹ moĭ shar, na samoĭ nizhneĭ vetke - pod nim tëmnai͡a lunka…"

This book is about how it's easier to tame a miracle. You just have to really want it: snow when autumn doesn't go away, or warmth to keep you warm just a little. And there is magic, and everyone has it, but how else? - it will have its own."Listen, but this has never happened before! You played both in spring and summer. And it was warm, no snow... Why is it like this now? How did you learn that?"And you?" Why did your balloons learn how to melt snow?He points to the street, to the ornate Christmas tree. Yes, I can see it now. There is definitely my ball on the Christmas tree, and on the lowest branch there is a dark hole under it..."