When I think of my family at home on cold, snowy, winter Sunday evening I, first of all, see my mom playing the piano. She is playing Chistmas carol (=рождественский гимн). Dad is sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. Granny is making supper. The dog is near granny, begging for a piece of sausage. It really smells like home - granny's food is delicious .