I felt warm, satisfying, comfortable and safe. And I fell asleep tired and warmed up - I did not have the strength to think about anything, worry, worry.

I made myself a little happiness. And so he survived, went through hard times - with his little warmth, comfort and happiness. Because it is happiness - after a cold and dark street to come home, in warmth. Having a home is a little happiness. Drinking sweet hot tea with bread is a little happiness. And reading a good book in your bed before going to bed is a little happiness. And everyone can afford and arrange it, even if everything else is so-so.

We must appreciate what we have. And learn to enjoy it. And to look for a way out, of course. Or simply - going through difficult times.