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.