I learned to read at 4 years old. I immediately remembered a family story. My mother took me to the hospital. When her turn came, she left me waiting in the hallway. It was boring, sad, and I noticed a little book on the table. I took one and began to read out loud. After some time, my mom goes out and observes the following picture: people in a row are rushing over me, and I am all so happy with the attention received, with inspiration, line by line, waiting unknown where the guide on gynecology came from.