At the age of 3 years because of a doctor's mistake I completely lost hearing.An inexperienced doctor prescribed the wrong medicine.I was sent to the capital.Mothers did not allow me to stay with me.Doctors and nurses had no time to watch me,episodially I was cared for by heart-healthy sanitaries, but most of the time I was on my own.I had paper and pencil.Truth, not very long,paper with pencil was picked by older girls. They often mocked me and even beat me.In the evening, lying in my bed, I looked out the window.There was another world: a tall building, remembered by me entirely glass, people walked around the glass, descended and climbed the stairs. The glass house seemed a miracle to me, especially these very stairs – black zigzags with scales.After a while, the bossy took over me a boy much older than me. He was 12, but he seemed to me terribly adult and tall.I don't remember his face, only a red cock with a cape and dark hair.He didn't let other children offend me.He sat on his shoulders and cuttled.I watched so I didn't forget to go to the dining room and eat.He took me to my mother when she came to visit me.I craved a cucumbers, sitting on a tough fanery seat in the hall, and my mother looked at me and cried.I was tired and dirty, he lost weight.When he recovered he finally went away.A guy in a red coat remained.He has no name, no face, only tall, thin and hairy with a caps.