I stand with my six-year-old daughter on the platform, waiting for the electric. Next to us stands a classic batushka: 2 meters tall, 3 meters in reach, a gray beard to the chest and a huge cross on a massive chain.
My child, opening his mouth, carefully examines an unseen miracle. I walked around a couple of times, scratching my neck.
Father looked at these evolutions with Olympic tranquility.
Then the girl approached me and asked loudly:
and Dad! Why is Santa dressed in black? The snowman is dead?
The father laughed, bought his daughter chocolate and blessed her.