A lonely girl walks on the sidewalk. Under the umbrella. Quite one. Dark like that. And the path in front of her is dark. The umbrella you need is a huge umbrella. Flowers are falling on him from the sky. Lots of all kinds: daisies, cornflowers, poppies. Bright, beautiful, alive. They fall, hit the black cloth, bounce and fall to the sides. But flowers, if someone is pouring them on you, should be poured on your head, not on an umbrella!
How to find the strength to give up your umbrella? Why don't adults notice that children have grown up, that they may have their own opinion, their own life, and why do mothers take offense to the truth and hide in the kitchen? How many acquaintances do you need to be friends? When can you fall in love? Such questions often arise in adolescents. The answers to them can be found in the right books.
