“You don’t have to be afraid of the vicissitudes of fate, perhaps, having received a strong slap in the face from the goddess of luck, you will discover an extraordinary talent in yourself or your loved ones. Svetlana Alekseevna Mironova often walked in the courtyard of the Moscow house in which my son Dima lived. I really liked her, she was always elegantly dressed, beautifully combed and, unlike other neighbors, she never sat on a bench in a robe in the summer. One day a lady came to the public garden, when all the benches were occupied, and asked me: “Will you allow me to sit next to you?” “Of course,” I smiled. That’s how our friendship began. At first we rarely crossed paths, only on those days when I could come to Dima and Rita and sit in the yard with the stroller in which their youngest daughter Arina was sleeping. Once Svetlana Alekseevna, who was wearing high-heeled shoes, sprained her ankle, and I helped her get to her apartment, and Mironova offered me tea. From that day on, when I came to Dima, I always went down a couple of floors to the lovely lady...”