Three girls look out from an old photograph: chintz sundresses, dusty feet in broken sandals. They are cheerful and carefree - as happens only in childhood, when you still don’t know what lies ahead. The years fly by quickly - and now a not very young woman is looking at this photo, longing for youth, for unfulfilled hopes, for sincere friendship, when they believed in ardent vows, when they had no doubt that they were ready for each other through thick and thin, when for the sake of love they committed madness, for which they paid with their whole lives, and sometimes with their very lives. Each of the three girls in the photo passionately dreamed of happiness. And all three decided their fate in their own way, because everyone has their own happiness.