Maria looked at herself in the mirror. The spectacle was a joy! It was especially pleasing in comparison with the photo from my school years, which was lying right there on the floor. Masha hummed Serov's song "Madonna" to herself. Yes, if only she, the little girl from the penultimate desk, who had complexes about every issue, starting with her name and ending with her appearance, had been told that she would be going to the alumni meeting with joy and CONFIDENCE... At least with she would have suffered a blow. Exactly! Or she would go crazy.