My grandmother had an excellent garden in the village: always well-groomed, with a varied collection of plants, incredible beauty of flowers and bushes. The garden was like a large canvas of flowers, and each individual plant could not compete because of its individuality.

When I was a small child, my grandmother never left me alone in the garden, no matter how much she loved me. Because she knew that I would definitely rip, trample or ruin something. No village hooligans also dared to pick her flowers in the garden. Because he will hunt down anyone and give them slap.

Thanks to this moment from my childhood, I learned one great rule: in order to preserve a beautiful garden, you need to take care of it, take care of it and keep scoundrels away.

I met many girls who themselves were like a beautiful garden: they grew, bloomed and were ready to show their beautiful bloom, but they let those who were not worthy of it too close. They were allowed to trample everything in it, cut it off, and their garden eventually wilted.

The scoundrel ruined the garden and left, and the girl cleaned it up and planted it again in order to decide to open her garden for someone in the future.

And all because she did not take care of herself and did not close the gate with the first bad signs.