About the book: 2020 / Living life is not a field to cross. You learn to make responsible decisions, make mistakes, and draw conclusions from them. You get closer to people. You trust a part of yourself to someone, you show a mask to someone, and you give yourself selflessly to someone, without regard to the consequences. You don't even think about any consequences. You just live. As you can, as you want, as it seems right. And suddenly you realize that you are standing in the middle of that very field, which you don’t seem to need to cross, and the wings that you have spread... your wings are no longer wings, but life experience, from which you smell smoke a mile away. Soon the disgusting smell will go away. The pain of disappointment will also go away. Only her memory will remain. And scars. The ones that can protect you from mistakes. And inside there will be a faint flame of hope that it will still be possible to spread your wings. After. Some day. The main thing is not to miss the one who will help you do this. Someone you will trust and who will not betray you. The main thing is not to miss it. Contains obscene language.