It was her only fourteenth spring – and first one when she fell in love. And whole the world seems wonderful to her. And she wants endlessly look at the sky, and the sun, and grass between her roots, and birds on her branches, and smile to gentle breeze, and dream, and wait for meeting with him. She has everything forward – even disappointments and fails. But she didn’t want to think about it at the moment. At that moment when she loves and is loved.