Ай молодая

It's funny and sad at the same time: it seems like life is ahead of her, a white dress hangs somewhere in her dreams, and all around her are boys with teenage souls who are afraid of even their own ‘seriousness’. The world seems to have turned into a chat room without a ‘send’ button: everyone is waiting for something, but no one dares to take the plunge.

And she blossoms. Like that very same wildflower, stubborn and alive, even if surrounded by concrete and Wi-Fi. A little confused, a little tired of her mother's and friends' advice, but still believing that somewhere, the one will appear - without fears, without games, and without the words ‘it's not time yet.’ Because, in the end, youth is also a strength, it just hasn't learned to hide it behind cynicism yet.