Ай молодая

It's funny and sad at the same time: it seems like life is ahead, a white dress is hanging somewhere in dreams, and all around 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 make a move.

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 “not yet.” Because, in the end, youth is also a strength, it just hasn't learned to hide it behind cynicism yet.