It was elementary school's summer holiday. Every summer my grandparents were leading two of grandchild to Zomin in Jizzakh. Zomin is place full of greens, giant trees, mountains. Weather is cool, fresh, full of oxygen. At that holiday I and my niece went with them. Everything was strange for me. We went to sanatorium. There was salt room. You sit wrapping something and from the trumpet the salt begins to come out. Grandma told me not to opening eyes, but I opened my eyes on purpose. Because I was a crazy girl. But nothing happened. And there were other strange events too. We were having a lunch. My hands were dirty, because I ate with hands. And than I went to wash them with my niece. When I had washed i was coming back. There were a unusual car which had a pointed place. I was far from my home for many days so I was missing my familiy, especially my mom. That car was at the smaller road. When I was crossing it, I have heard voice of mom calling me. It sounded to me because I missed. And looked around. There wasn't noone. But I began to feel pain in my head. I held my head with hands. And I started to go ahead to grandparents. When I was about to leave, my grandfather saw me and was suddenly frightened. I was surprised and lowered my hands and to know what happened. But... But when I put my hands down I saw blood on my hands. I didn't say something, I was only looking to my hands strangely, without understanding. Grandparents came running to me. With us there were granddad's relative. He picked me up like I am dying. Near the restaurant was hospital. We went there. Doctor said he could sew. After that word "sew" I frightened. And doctor cut my hair at the wound. Said that wound wasn't deep. So, she rubbed medical things. Everything was good. I know that i will remember all this time which I spent with my grandparents together last time, because after some years my granny....