We all know that our memory is very selective. “It is like tissue paper. It also crumples, here and there, forming folds and creases, erasing the necessary, valuable and preserving the painful, hard.” That is why the same events are remembered differently by different people. The heroine of this book recalls her childhood , the people who surrounded her, funny and tragic events, stories and tales from the life of the small Ossetian village where she lived. Her mother remembered the same events completely differently, because for her these are not warm memories of a carefree childhood, but a story about how she was kicked out of her home, a story about people who treated her cruelly and unfairly. You too, reading, You will either laugh or be sad. And you will definitely think about what you have forever banished from your own memory and whether it was worth doing.