Автор: Alexander Barkov-Bortsov

I’ll tell you a scary, scary story about the New Year. I went to the forest on December 31 at 22.00. First I went for a long time on the train, and then on the local train. I got out at a small station. It was a dark night. Only the red crossing lights and the swaying lanterns in the strong wind illuminated my path into the dark, dark…