I’m walking down the street during a white day, it’s spring, the birds are singing. I hear a very emotional monologue from a woman behind me. “Scum!” Lying scum! But you promised!!! I believed you, but you again, you deceived again! Lie!!! All lies!!! Hate you!!!" The woman repeated and repeated her monologue, without reducing the emotional intensity. I imagined the following picture: a drunk man was walking, next to his lady, whom he apparently promised not to drink, not to hit, to work, and so on... The lady, presumably, believed from the bottom of her heart, but her heart was again broken by such a bitter lie . I don’t know why I looked back, the picture was already clear. AND…. I stood rooted to the spot. A well-dressed, fashionably combed young woman, pregnant, was walking down the street. Walking next to her was a girl about 6 years old and a boy about 8-9 years old, to whom all this passion was addressed. The boy did not try to object; he walked quietly and shrunk next to his mother. I heard something about a C in English, that same lie, I suppose... Here they are, our future patients of psychologists and psychiatrists. Those who walked next to mom and those who are still inside mom.