What is she? She is touching. Touches the soul, heart, nerves. Starts, makes work, knock. Very much alive, like life itself. All the time he is running somewhere, striving for something, waiting for something. From her blood runs through the veins twice as fast, it is warm, tender, but it can also be prickly - a real hedgehog. I want to love her like a woman, teach and protect her like a child - she can be so defenseless. I want to be with her, not to appear. She accepts you in any mood, with all your shit and cockroaches, it’s bad for you - it will warm you up, she will give you a smile that you will understand - everything in the world, in fact, is such a trifle compared to this smile of hers! She doesn’t need anything from you, except for your love, neither the stars from the sky, nor the world at her feet. But you'd like to give her everything...