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Faraway Christmas Eve. Frosty day. From the windows you can see how the white fluffy snow covered streets, rooftops and trees. Early dusk. The sky is blue.We're at the Lida window and look at the sky.- Nurse, will soon be a star? — I ask.- Soon, soon — hastily meets an old woman. It sets the table.- Baby sitting, look, there's already a star in the sky came — happily said Lida.- It's not the same.- Why not that? Look carefully.- That will be more … This is very small — the nurse said, barely glancing at the window.- You said before the first stars — tearfully says sister.- Because we were hungry. Very hungry — I say.- Wait … detushki Now it is coming soon … Patient.