Agate celebrates the new year.

Making his way through new lands, Agat faced a new problem. And it was snow. It was cold, and it looks like winter was already in power in these parts. Having stumbled upon an abandoned and ruined hut of some hunters, there the young man managed to find a tattered sack, and at least they could wrap up their body.
Making their way further through the forest, Agat and his animal came across a small cave where it was decided to hide. And sitting there, Agat noticed that the city was visible on the horizon. It burned with bright, multi-colored lights. He could even hear faint echoes of music and songs. It looks like there was some kind of holiday there.
But for some reason, Agat felt that this was all some kind of falsehood, deception. He had no reason for joy and fun, now he was worried about completely different things. Survival and memory recovery, that's all. This ... This is useless, although somewhere deep inside his consciousness he felt that when he, too, in winter was cheerful and even happy.
“I would like to remember. Why was I happy then? ... "