This story is about women and for women. Our dear and beloved: girls, girls, women, mothers and grandmothers. You fill our life with feelings and meaning, suffering and joy, pride, and sometimes jealousy, but without your presence it loses all meaning. On your fragile and tender shoulders lies an unbearable burden that you proudly carry throughout your life. We will always be indebted to you, first of all, for our birth, upbringing, the opportunity to love and be loved, as well as your patience and maternal warmth. I wish you happiness and health! Always remain as attractive, cheerful and of course loved by us! In memory of our dearly beloved mother and grandmother, Lyudmila Nikiforovna Tsereteli, who left us so untimely.