The expected delivery time for the e-book is September. More and more often I hear from seemingly smart women: “Oh, my father, when I was fourteen, said that I had thick thighs! Since then my whole life has been a mess!” Or something like that, no less “tragic”. A whole layer of subculture is blaming fathers and mothers. Meanwhile, is the canvas to blame for the fact that the painting now simply covers a hole in the wallpaper? But remember, then he was DAD. And now – father. Dad – that’s great! Like an umbrella in the rain. But they themselves are not sugar, right? I wish you that original gift, as Brodsky aptly noted, “freeing human consciousness for independence, to which it is doomed by nature and history and which it perceives as loneliness.” It is more interesting to study yourself. There is really no one to blame... Which is very inconvenient. But this is not about convenience, but about happiness, isn’t it? I wish you wonderful solitude.