You can confess your love for St. Petersburg in different ways: through poetry, music, and the creation of visual images. Turning to such works, a person who is not indifferent to the city unmistakably recognizes in their author his like-minded person and, moreover, his blood brother. And it doesn’t matter at all where these people live, what their age or gender is. Dasha Makarova’s book is such recognition. Sincere, joyful, sometimes heartbreaking. Only a person who truly loves the city can call the low, gray sky of St. Petersburg cozy. Think about it, not oppressive, not dull, but cozy! The author's sense of the city is fresh, young, sometimes unexpected and always interesting. Having arrived in the city of her dreams for sixteen months, she managed to live them so richly that one can only be amazed and envious at how much one can do and learn if one just wants it. And how enriching communication with the city is! The book is written very naturally and freely. I want to read it, and it’s a pity to part with it. Together with the author, you again go to your favorite places, recognize every detail and are surprised that you can look at it in a completely unusual way. People who feel the city as something dear, infinitely dear, will receive true pleasure from reading this book, as from meeting a kind and intelligent person. Don't deny yourself this.