The author's monologue addressed to his little son Alyosha.

The author's monologue addressed to his little son Alyosha. An almost plotless series of sketches about nature and loss, guilt and childhood trauma. Great tragedies here coexist with simple joys, a walk through the forest brings back memories of saying goodbye to an arrested father, the cry of a child during a nap becomes a parting with infancy. The flow of thought, the alternation of images turns the story into an attempt to either reconstruct or build a world of childhood happiness and understand why and at what moment each of us loses this little paradise.