“Now childhood seems to me a cloudless and fleeting time, but then it dragged on maliciously under the sign of a total shortage of everything that we classify as a vague category of beauty. I don’t remember that stores sold beautiful school notebooks, elegant notepads, comfortable pencil cases - more and more some kind of plastic boxes with three compartments: for a pen, a pencil and an eraser. I wanted a smart girl's life. To have tights without bubbles on the knees, to have shoes like Cinderella at the ball, and a briefcase like a briefcase, without the image of a traffic light, designed to remind you day and night that following the rules of the road is as important as studying well. The latter, against the background of the shortage of beauty, seemed absolutely insignificant, and the worldly wisdom “Don’t be born beautiful, but be born happy” did not give confidence in the future. I wanted to be both beautiful and happy at the same time. And right now, and not “WHEN YOU GROW UP”…”