I'll tell you guys a circus story. This is a story about a sick elephant, an old friend of mine. I will tell you about how she got sick and how I cured her, because I loved and respected her deeply, she was dearer to me than an old friend. In any case, not worse. We had been friends with her for a long time, and then we parted, as it seemed to me, forever. But life sometimes performs extraordinary miracles and tricks, and you see, after five years of separation, you meet your old friend again and, oddly enough, only then do you begin to understand that he is truly dear and dear to you, and how kind and nice he is, and you you reproach yourself a thousand times, tell yourself that you have already begun to forget him.