“What is youth? An abyss of energy, a light body. We swallowed life in handfuls, and it seemed that around the corner a new, unknown happiness awaited us. Love, for example, or fame, or a bag of money. Or one, and another, and a third at the same time... It was always believed that, having passed sixty years, a woman passes into the status of an old grandmother and should sit with knitting needles in her hands and knit woolen socks for her grandchildren... At the age of sixty something ends, but what -it begins. Freedom begins. And everyone manages freedom in their own way.” V. Tokarev