About the book: 2019 / The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it, a lesson for good girls. Although who said that I am kind? How did I get into this fairy tale? Trivially, I was walking through the central square of the city with my son by the hand on ice as smooth as a mirror and slipped. The last thing I remember is how the child leaned over me and asked: “Why are you lying there? Get up." And the little bastard is only four years old! I spread out on the ice in the shape of a starfish, like on my favorite sofa, but I seriously hit my head. After my son’s words, it somehow brought me to tears, both hurtful and funny. Then my vision darkened and my head began to spin. One thing I remember was how I grabbed a small hand, after all, maternal instinct is a killer thing, you can’t knock it out of your body with a blow to the head. I woke up from the whining of my little one.