You sometimes come from winter walks around the village - your nose and cheeks are red, mittens are stuck in snow, you don’t feel your hands at all, you run to the house, and there the firewood crackles in the stove, grandfather took care of it, and pies from the oven, cooked with love by grandmother ... And so it becomes warm and cozy not only outside, but also inside ... It was with this feeling that I drew this winter story ..