There was a time, when i was a young girl. And when i was talking with my 25-years-old uncle (the youngest member of my family, except me), there always was a question, which occupied my mind, but which i never asked him. This question were: Why do you live? For what?How is there, in adult's being? Did you find something important there? Or do you just pretend that that's all right, when that's all empty in fact? And now i'm 28-years-old, like my uncle in the past, when i saw him by child's eyes . And i realize, there's no any sense here. All things become boring and nonsensical. It seems, i'm in a trap, when at the same time everybody around pretend they are happy. Why am i live? For what? These questions, which i've never asked my uncle or somebody else, - these questions i will never answer by myself. That's why i play my shaman drum sometimes. On this way i have a little piece of hope, that may be there is an exit from this my trap. Somewhere.