Once you write or say “tomorrow” — consider it lost! A nasty word. Equal to unfulfilled promises and collapsed hopes. Today it is as much as 13 December, in Norway a religious holiday, Saint Lucy’s Day. I am watching Norwegian TV now, a morning programme, similar to Russian TV. Only a tiny bit similar. What television has in common is only the screen!
On Saint Lucy’s Day children in kindergartens from early morning are dressed in white robes, they are belted, on their heads little wreaths with gold leaves, in their hands candles, and they arrange a procession through dark streets with the song Santa Lucia. Now snow in Norway is only in the northern part, and mainly it is rain, and they showed a report “live,” and in Ukrainian there is a colourful word “NAZHYVO” 😂. And so this nazhyvo, little children in long white clothes with candles walk in the rain, through puddles and sing songs. A very touching spectacle.
I think that under the robes the children have waterproof overalls on, but the heads in wreaths are without hats. Oh! They are already showing that they have returned to the kindergarten and the celebration will continue indoors. This procession in Norway is called “tog,” in translation into Russian — a train. The children are happy that they were led through the rain in the dark! That is what childhood is.