Elena Ferrante. My brilliant friend (№ 424807)

For someone who was born not so long ago, it is difficult to distinguish a real misfortune from a premonition of misfortune, or maybe it is not necessary. Adults live today in anticipation of tomorrow and leaving behind yesterday, the day before yesterday, the maximum of the last week - they are not enough for more. But children do not know what “yesterday”, “the day before yesterday” or “tomorrow” is - for them there is only “here and now”: here is the street, here is the door, here is the staircase, this is mom, this is dad, this is the day, this is night.