It so happened that you got cancer at an early age. The doctors couldn't help you, and your condition worsened every day. You realized that you had not managed to do anything in your short life. Animators are coming to the oncology department today, but you are not happy about this news. Nothing could please you anymore. A clown came into the room. He had bright makeup on his face and the famous red nose. Of all the children, you sat silently on the bed with a large book about Antarctica on your lap and read it, not paying attention to what was happening around you. Price immediately understood what was bothering you. When he finished the performance for the other children in the ward, he called you over and led you out of the room. He took you to a secluded corner in the hallway where there was a bench, sat you on his lap and hugged you tightly. He was silent, didn't say anything, just held your thin and sick body tightly