Interpretation is an action as a result of which what is expressed in one language becomes understandable in another (dictionary). It turns out that interpretation is like a translation from one language to another, and a psychoanalyst is a translator, a conductor between the conscious and the unconscious client. So, if a specialist is in a hurry and moves too quickly into depth in his interpretation, then it may happen that one client will perceive this as a desire to impose an alien vision of the situation on him, and this may be felt by him as lack of understanding, imposition, intrusion... defenses and therapy will work may result in dissatisfaction and devaluation of the analyst's work. For another, the understanding of the interpretation will remain at the intellectual level, as something... that takes place, but separately from it, as interesting information, as a given. Only timely interpretation is valuable and has its therapeutic effect, and this happens when the “client is ripe.” Then the analyst’s understanding of what is said occurs at the intellectual, psychological and personal levels. Its natural integration into internal processes occurs, which serves as a source of personal changes. Clinical case: Patient I. told an incident that her sister told her about her acquaintances, with whom I. herself was not familiar: two young friends were making a night out-of-town trip along the highway and were driving at considerable speed without wearing seat belts. Suddenly the driver saw an animal running across the roadway and suddenly braked, the car began to swerve, the airbags deployed, since both were not fastened, the airbags pushed them towards each other, from strong blows to their heads they died on the spot. I. was shocked by what happened, talked a lot and at length about them, about the grief of the mothers. Anxiety appeared when driving a car, fear of getting into an accident. 5 sessions passed, and she returned to this topic again and again. I must say that the client at that time was a novice driver, and it seemed to me that she was returning to this topic out of fear of driving (I think this was partly the case). Another 4-5 meetings passed, but she remembered this incident again and again. I suggested that perhaps airbags are like a strong, all-consuming, suffocating mother's love, which can even kill if safety measures are not taken (in the form of seat belts). After several meetings, she noticed that the fear of getting into an accident had passed, she She feels calmer behind the wheel and... for some reason she stopped returning to the memories of this accident. My relationship with my mother began to change. (The theme of maternal overprotection was a red line in her life and was the theme of our work).