The yard is empty, the neighbors are quiet, the townspeople sit peacefully at home, observing the self-isolation regime. In this emptiness and silence, everyone catches their own, our perception is very subjective. For some, the emptiness on the city streets brings up memories of the war and hungry Leningrad, which means they need to stock up on food. For some, the government’s call to stay home is reminiscent of the rigidity of the blockade ring set up by the Germans, which means that the government takes on a connotation of violence and fascism. For absolutely everyone, information about mass deaths and losses raises the fear of death, and it is in conflict with the instinct of life. And the long-term information about the economic crisis, which has already become familiar, suddenly breaks through defenses and creates anxiety that it will be much worse than the worst and raises the fear of ruin and fear of poverty. Add to this the fear of getting infected and getting sick, the fear of going to the hospital, and losing your health. One small tiny virus, which is difficult to see even under a microscope, brought all our fears to our ears at once! The current virus, like a “cruel double narcissist,” has forced all of humanity to pay attention to itself and has pretty much exhausted it with its status as a crowned person. And while kindergartens are closed, and important adults are busy fighting the pandemic, my little granddaughter dances with a sparkle in her eyes to the sounds of retro FM. Looking at her, I sincerely laugh and for a while forget about the frightening reality and worries about the future. She doesn’t know about the coronavirus, or unemployment, or death, or losses. Yes, she doesn't know. She is just small and feels good at her age next to a loving adult. That's what I think, admiring her. But then she comes up, takes me by the hand and leads me to the center of the kitchen, demanding to share with her the joys of her young life on an imaginary stage. It’s impossible to refuse, you have to shake thoughts about the virus out of your head, push aside your worries - okay, let this whole world with its diseases and wars wait ten minutes. The main thing now is her and her need to move! One melody replaces another, we laugh and play, a feeling of lightness comes, which is little compatible with the harsh coronavirus reality. Oppa! I find myself feeling absolutely happy. Here and now, at this very moment, a very little girl was able to elegantly conduct a psychotherapy session with me. Her childlike spontaneity and demand to share with her the joy of LIVING, complete involvement in the game, helped my “adult and smart head” to overthrow a virus of terrifying size from the throne :)* * *