We still live in a crazy world. How can a person cope with this madness and remain Human? Probably, you need to paint everything around with delicate colors, look into the eyes of your loved one and kiss the child. Only forgiving love, undying hope and cleansing rain can save us. Only great tenderness for the world allows you to see it funny, childish, trembling, like the wings of an elusive butterfly. I write because I can’t help but write, it’s just like the trees rustle to share their wisdom about beauty with the world... Many thanks to my future readers who understand the world the same way as I do.