This story is about a girl who loved the stars most of all in her life, but at the beginning of the nineteenth century she was not understood by everyone. How strange it is when no one understands you. Perhaps you just found yourself in another time, place or even another world. But most people call you crazy only because they themselves cannot understand. Why the approval of the majority, admiring glances, when sometimes only one can replace everyone? Why did she need people, because she had her own stars, which shone for her every night and illuminated the path to freedom. Freedom is what she wanted most and strived for with every cell of her body and atom of her soul. Her path to freedom was still too long, but she was ready to wait and fight. Only those who fight to the end receive the prize. Published in the author's edition, preserving the author's spelling and punctuation