About the book: 2018 / There are moments in life when you feel that all the problems have fallen on you at once, and there is no one who can help solve these problems, because they are only yours. And the problems are not small - after all, they determine your entire future life (or seem so). Alice could not solve them - or did not want to solve them the way they expected of her - and therefore played prostration, hiding from everyone around her. She needed a shake-up, a push - but where can she get that when any event seems insignificant compared to what is now hanging over her? The cottony atmosphere of life seemed too heavy to throw off. Or Alice simply didn’t have enough strength?..