Lucy is one of those people about whom some say “stupid” with contempt, while others say “saint” with reverence. There are, of course, fewer of the latter. In fact, Lucy is an angel. In the sense of a man of angelic patience and meekness. She is also a doctor from God, and this profession, as you know, involves a humane attitude towards people. Lucy's patience, meekness and humanism are used by everyone - patients, husband and children, friends, friends of friends and just casual acquaintances. Those who truly love it understand: it is wasteful to cut glass with a diamond if it can be cut and admired. But Lucy herself is sure: her destiny is to serve others. She wearily pulls the tattered angel wings off the hanger and obediently squeezes her tired feet into well-worn shoes: they are waiting for her, she is needed, which means she must hurry - to support, help, save. Life goes on.