The summer. I drive a car with my 5-year-old son to my parents, 1500 km. Chanson played all the way.
The Winter. The New Year holidays. Morning in the kindergarten. The Tree. The Santa Claus. Snowmen - "Stay, boy, a song, you will get a gift". The son arises, and gives to the whole kindergarten, a whispering baryton - and youth goes away, fool, to these camps...