The tavern owner ordered the shabby old woman to be thrown out, but when he saw a photo of a child in her hands, he begged her to stay.

The snow was falling in thick, heavy flakes, as if it was trying to cover the earth with a white blanket as quickly as possible. The evening was damp and cold—the sharp wind pushed the snow across the asphalt, and the streetlights only illuminated the nearest steps, while everything else disappeared into the gray mist. … Read more