You know, it happens like that. She lived all her life honestly and almost innocently. In her eyes, even by the age of 35, at times a kind of childish innocence, astonishedly enthusiastic view of the world, flared up. You probably met in life such a bit strange and slightly aged girls-princesses. Don't laugh, I understand, they are an endangered species of women, but they are still found, really. Typically, such a type is fatally lucky for moral monsters and scammers. Nothing to do with it. When a person's heart is open like a child, when he believes the words of another absolutely, because he simply does not know how to lie, such a Soul is either used or deceived, hard and unprincipled. Somehow, she lived up to 35 years with almost no adventures, apparently her fate and a closed life took care of her, kept her narrow circle of friends, just as special as she was. Often people do not understand - poets, artists, composers, musicians, they also come to our world, without this thick “rhinoceros skin”, typical of most people.

This is not bravado now, it's just a fact. If a person has been touched by the wing of talent, he has been like this since childhood, he sees and feels this world differently. Perhaps your daughter or son is such, I often hear: “brake, ram, stupid, moron” - in relation to children, it’s just a disaster, at the utube stupid limited mothers make and post videos about children’s lessons-tests, homework, misunderstanding of the conditions of the textbook, school and so on. I want to scream, I want to hit these mothers backhand. “Moms, what are you doing?” ... Maybe your son or daughter, they are just OTHERS ... do you understand? Perhaps he (she) has perfect pitch and needs to sing. Perhaps rhymes and poems are born in him, and you don’t hear it, maybe he composes music and his mind is filled with rhythms, he was given your mathematics as a figurine if he needed to study notes and open his music to the world. You know what his adoptive parents said to Steve Jobs - “Steve, you are unique, you know, You are the only one in the world.” A direct link from childhood, which is why he became a landmark of the twentieth century, came up with Apple and Pixar. What are we saying to our children now? Tired, shocked and embittered ...

But the thunder still struck. A man appeared in her life. Maybe fate just bothered to protect her, I do not know ... Everything is trite, he turned out to be a fraudster and a swindler. He conquered it without a certain tower charisma and a complete lack of a sense of fear and danger. These are classic signs of sociopathic behavior, if she knew this information then. She has never met such men in her environment. There was a feeling that he himself absolutely believes in what he says. Head and courage, beautiful body and the ability of a chameleon - adapts to the dreams and expectations of single women. “Yes, yes” - it was he, the same one, wonderful and not forgotten. He loves what in ordinary life I don’t like, well, for example, to cook food on a hot stove or to hang around with a wheelbarrow of food in the nightmarish Auchan. He just blinded her mind.

Causal and logical relationships died at the time. Not a healthy gleam in the eyes and nervousness appeared in him, only at the sight of her credit and bank cards for large sums. She she suppressed these suspicions in herself, consciously, because the feeling of love and joy from the feeling of “together” covered her head. The fact that a person does not have a soul, morality and principles - the realization of this, was a shock for her when the banal cash theft from her credit cards occurred.

It was like if you were lost in childhood - who experienced this feeling - will understand me. You are small, you stand alone on the street, and around a faceless crowd of indifferent passers-by, nobody cares about you, you understand that parents are gone and you do not know what to do. You start crying, very loudly, because you are lost. You are completely alone.And yet you are deceived, the matter is not at all about money, the fact is that your world and your feeling were not accepted and indifferently smashed.
For many months she came to her senses, knowing what to do with this emptiness, we must now somehow learn to re-live. When it got quite cold at night, so I wanted to howl like a wolf in the lunar winter cold, she accidentally wandered into the phone on a link to offers of massage services. I was surprised to read the announcements that the master could come straight home with a massage table, no need to go anywhere in the night, through the dark streets. She was certainly difficult with money right now, but she did not care about it. Her soul could no longer bear this emptiness and loneliness. She called, answered a pleasant male voice, made an appointment.
This was the beginning of JOY.

They met once a week. Many months. The master was gentle, delicate and very restrained. He was from Armenia. It was all innocent and captivatingly beautiful. She forever changed her attitude towards Caucasian men. As in any nation - there are just different people, there are scumbags and moral monsters, but there are also normal ones. His hands became for her the sun and the smell of blooming southern gardens, his touch brought her joy of life back, his delicacy tamed this soul of a frightened wounded bird. His breath caressed her ears and gradually, very slowly, all the colors of PEACE and the desire to live returned to her life. Sometimes the touch of the fingers was like drops of warm rain, sometimes like the surf in the early morning, wave after wave, warming the body. Sometimes, touches gave rise to a shiver along the spine, with a thousand small goose bumps. Sometimes she felt like a cat, which gently caressed her neck and shoulders. Smells of oils - lotus, bamboo, jasmine and lemongrass, gave birth to a feeling of flight and bliss inside. You know, the minutes seemed to freeze, there was only a moment for two - one breath, one small life.

Mobile phones were sent to silent mode. In order not to destroy their intrusive signals - a moment of happiness. Her feet and palms - gradually released this inner cold of loneliness and stupor. When their palms touched each other, it became so warm inside, as if expensive red wine from the southern slopes was spreading through the veins. I sing a hymn, you - Caucasian men. The best of you. You are beautiful. You are the continuation of your sun, your mountains, your fields and vineyards, you know how to love and warm with your hands, your heart and your soul.
And this tale has no Happy End (a), it is unknown, because it’s going on here and now ...
God gave me a talent to paint with words and a brush, and I paint this picture for you. This is a picture of my life, every word is true. I share this joy with you. I want you to share this happiness with me - to be alive.