Foil ring. Traub M.

We all know that our memory is very selective. “It is like cigarette paper. It also rises, then here and here, forming folds and creases, erasing the necessary, valuable and preserving the patient, hard. ” That is why the same events are remembered differently by different people.

The heroine of this book recalls childhood, the people who surrounded her, funny and tragic events, stories and bikes from the life of a small Ossetian village, where she lived. Her mother remembered the same events completely different, because for her these are not warm memories of carefree childhood, but the story of how she was kicked out of her home, the story of the people who came with her cruelly and unfairly.