Kasya Denisevich | Russia
Some people dislike winter. But not the main character of this picture book. The first day of winter is her birthday and she knows it’s always special and it always snows on that day. Every year on that day the snow covers the city and makes it silent. Every year on that day she grows older. And she can’t help wondering what it will be like to wake up on this day 30 or even 80 years later. What does it mean to grow up and grow old? How do we change and most importantly do we stay ourselves as time goes by? What would we say to a 7, 37 or 87 year old ourselves if we met them?