In our souls we always remain the same ... I am absolutely sure that even if I radically change outwardly, change my views on something, stop doing something, losing all interest in it, get carried away with something new and unusual, I will filter out some principles and attitudes that no longer work, if I leave my metropolis to the ends of the Earth, I will still remain myself inside. My heart will never turn stone, even breaking a hundred thousand times into small pieces, it will still be soft and loving. It is, I am, and there is not the slightest desire to pretend to be a cynical, iron madam, because this does not suit me at all. It's like getting into clothes that are fashionable, but disfiguring you - you will look ridiculous, walk uncomfortable, and take off at the first opportunity to get your favorite black dress and stilettos from the closet. I don't care at all, at the same time, if someone suddenly calls me weak, because only I know what kind of strength I needed in order not to harden, no matter what ...