I remembered the winter (not New Year's) story that happened many years ago. My son was still young and my mother was still alive. So here...

One beautiful winter day we (I, my mother and my little son) went for a walk. As it happens, when we wear noise and cries, we catch a boy to stretch his hat. And then my mom says, “Something like a knock, you hear?” I answer: No.

M: Listen to me!

Probably repair somewhere.

M: No, it is knocking out the window!

What a window, we are on the 8th floor!

However, the knock on the glass is spread throughout the apartment. We walked around the apartment in search of the source of the sound. And, indeed, on the balcony in the snow someone stands and knocks on the glass! There was no limit to the joy of the son: Mom, look, Carlson! My first wish was to call 02. We approached with caution, looked closer: the grandmother is standing in a coat on the frost, crying and asking to let her go. Oh, that’s the neighbor comes to the mother-in-law and grandson to sit! They let in, grafted a valocordine, and she was hysterical: she went out to the balcony to hang underwear, and the grandson (3 years old) closed it and can not open. And she decided (in the winter on the slippery pavements, 8th floor) to the luck to climb onto our balcony! A few more minutes and we would go, desperate old lady! Luckily, she always had the keys and the phone in her jacket pocket! The entrance door was safely opened from the outside with keys. I ask, why did you not call anywhere? Why risk their lives? She says: she was afraid that the son and daughter-in-law will know and will not let her grandson go any more. He asked not to tell the neighbors. We saw Carlson.