Why do birds fly?” – suddenly from nowhere came a voice through a haze of fog. I involuntarily screamed, and, stumbling, landed on wet grass. Looked around, but didn't see anyone. For some reason today, despite cloudy weather, I decided to do a morning jog along the usual route in the local grove. There wasn't a soul around, drizzling rain, seemed, will never end, the path almost completely disappeared into the thickening fog. "I'm asking you, why do birds fly?' said the same voice., louder and more insistent. I screamed again, heart pounding like a hummingbird. In front of me stood a small blond creature, looking at me with an impatient look. "What birds, what are you doing here alone?"I blurted out in an almost trembling voice.. Adding exhaling drawling air: "How did you scare me so much". It was a girl of four or five years old., dressed in a dress, in her hand she held a soft toy monkey. "Where are your parents? you got lost? Let me take you home?"I asked. The girl shook her head in different directions and answered in a serious tone.: "It's you who got lost! Let's go to, I'll show you how to go". And with her little hand she took my hand. I barely held on, not to laugh and succumbed to the game. "Cold, let's go to, what is your name?" – I asked, trying to find out something. She was silent, ignored my subsequent questions and we walked for a while in silence. The rain is almost over, the cool air smelled of cypress. "And here we are", – said the girl and pointed to the stairs, that led somewhere up. The fog made it impossible to see, where did she go, all visibility was limited to ten steps. Strange, I didn't remember, so that there are at least some buildings in this park. "Do you live here?'- without knowing, what am I asking, I said. "Let's go to!"- drawlingly answering, she pulled me along. And we started to climb. The stairs were steep, with high steps and it was difficult for the girl to step even on one. I picked up her monkey and helped her up, she, in turn, squeezed my hand and pulled me up. And with every step I understood, something is wrong here, looking closely at the girl, then to the monkey, what I held in my hands. And then, as if cold water was doused in my face, I staggered, almost fell back. I have remembered, that the monkey was called Kolya and I clearly remember the dream, when at the age of four and a half I dreamed of this grove, with her coniferous forest, and a tall girl with a wet head from a drizzle, how she and I got lost in the grove, took her by the hand and we silently walked the two of these stairs, what's in front of my nose right now. A flash flickered and everything began to dissolve before my eyes, I began to slowly feel the pillow, bed and sheet. And finally waking up from sleep, where did you meet yourself, I think, that obviously I still hold that little hand in my palms.