It happens to you, you see a book, and immediately memories come flooding back, and childhood, and grandma, and the smell of pancakes in the morning... well, that’s how it is for me, but maybe you have a dacha, and summer, and a bicycle. Or mom, and sweet medicine, and lying in bed all day because you are sick, and reading, reading, reading... Everyone has their own childhood, but we all had the same books, and very many of us It equally sweetly squeezes the heart, and I want to open it, re-read it, remember it, and share this bright and poignant thing with my children.
