The Lord gave her talent. But he didn’t say how to use it. Esther ELKIND (23.3.1985 – 14.1.2007) Reader - responding to Esther’s story: - Very cool! I read it not in a row... I like it better... but the further I read, the more I want to ask a stupid question that has no direct relation to creativity: Are you really 21 years old? Esther: - Yes, I’m really 21 years old!!! This is not a stupid question! I get this question very often! Esther is now 21 forever... She lived with exposed nerves and teased the Beast (three sixes were driven into her network address). She tried on vicious masks and gazed fascinated into the abyss: what was there? She adored outrageousness, exhibited her own nudes in her photo album. Partyed excitedly, remaining alone in the crowd. And she went into literature as if she were on a drinking binge - to the end. Any psychologist will say that the suicide gene lay dormant in the girl. As a result, Esther decided on her own life. She ordered it shamelessly. In November 2005, Esther opened a LiveJournal magazine. She didn’t try to make a lot of friends - she was content with a dozen friends who understood her. The few entries in the diary are the same texts flowing to the literary site and back. There are many more comments on the PROZA.RU website - there Esther already had her first reader. She left us a talented letter, in which there are sparkles of real prose. Read it - without discussing whether you like it or not - there is both skill and inspiration, and most of all - sincere confession, without which there is no genuine literature.