From the "horrors" about the first of September. My mother tells me on the eve: "I dream that September 1st came, and I did not enroll Olesya (my oldest) in school. We came to the lineup, and it is not known to which class to go, and in general, it is not hairy and without flowers. I wake up in a cold sweat. And then I realize that Olese will go to school only next year, and I am not a mom, but a grandmother. Now it is not my problem, it is yours.