Everything that once happened to a young twenty-three-year-old girl, a graduate student of the pedagogical institute Elizabeth, is already in the past. So distant and, it seems, unrealistic that it turned into a haze and only occasionally reminds of itself with the same distant and unrealistic memories and dreams. Now I am Layla and I am only 5 years old. How to live with it? I don't know, but I'll try. Moreover, a suddenly opened gift can become both a great help in understanding and mastering this world, and ruin me if at least someone finds out about it.