I love to open something new - in books, in life, in people. Medicine is not just my profession, it's my vocation. I love to understand a person, his emotions, his pain, his hope. I see - when a person can be trusted. I study not only by books, but also with my heart.

About how I see real love is not perfect, but lives, deep, real… The life where everything begins with simple .. Can love start with something funny, if a woman is fun, it will never be bored, right? Hach. I think love is an incredible thing. Not logic, not calculation, not control. And true magic between two hearts. When you look into the eyes of another - and see yourself there. When is one “how are you?” It sounds not everyday, but as a care, like a gentle touch to the liking.

Little moments of happiness that happen by chance, but make the day brighter. How they appear and why it is worth catching them.

About how an unexpected ritual became a source of peace, new thoughts and small discoveries that changed the way I look at familiar things.

A story about how a simple recipe from my grandmother's kitchen became not only a delicious dish, but also a real holiday for the soul and mood.

In a world where everything can be said in 0.3 seconds and with one emoji, there is something so beautiful that it shivers in… a paper letter. Or in a postcard sent with the scent of a foreign city. Or in a phrase written by the hand of a person who is thousands of kilometers away, but thinks about you.

It all started with a message. A couple of lines. A couple of emoticons. And suddenly — he is not just a nickname in a chat, but a person you think about before going to bed. He is no longer “someone from the Internet” — he has become important. Close. Desirable.

Love is a universal language. But millions of people in different parts of the world learned to speak it differently. Some people hide their feelings behind a shy smile, while others sing songs to them on the streets. Some give gold, others give rice.

When we say “home,” each of us has our own picture in our head: a brick façade, a noisy city or a cozy village, the smell of pie, an old cup, a blanket on the couch.

Oh, how we have all been taught to dream of love that “will happen by itself.” Where everything is easy, where you just met – and off it goes. Sparks, magic, coincidences, like in the movies.

In the beginning, everything is simple: butterflies in the stomach, ringing "good morning", waiting for messages, loud laughter, passion from one touch. Love in the beginning is like fireworks: bright, exciting, a little crazy.

As children, we were told fairy tales. A handsome prince saves a princess, they get married — and… that’s it. The end. The curtain closes, the credits roll across the screen, and behind the scenes, supposedly, there is eternal happiness. But if only everything were that simple.

They say that the best way to test a couple's true compatibility is... on a trip. Why? Because the road opens up not only new horizons, but also people for each other - real, alive, without masks and filters.

There is something magical in the way a rich red wine slowly swirls in a glass, the way it leaves a thin path on the glass before touching your lips. Wine is not just a drink. It is an invitation to slow down, to taste the moment and... to become closer.

Good girl syndrome: how to get out of the role? 🎭

True love is quiet. It doesn't scream. It just is.

Love is a beginning. Choice is a continuation. And together is real closeness.

Adult romance isn't about loud gestures, but about morning coffee when he knows how many spoons of sugar you need.

During these morning hours, my family would gather together and go to church. For us, it was not just a routine matter, but a real small tradition that brought peace and inner order to our lives.

Maybe it sounds too immeture? But I really beleive that one man — is EVERYTHING. Not just "one of many" :)