Asya Perikina. A Tale of Lost Time
“ You know, dad,” I said, “sometimes it seems to me that adults also play in the bushes, like children.” - How?? - papa turned white. I explained that this is how we play: we bring all sorts of junk, make an apartment out of it, come there from work, bake pancakes from burdocks, add filling from the ground, and maybe everything is not real with adults? He sighed with relief: - And sometimes it seems so to me. Adults really play a lot,” and he told me about Shakespeare .
