In hands you hold a not simple book - rough copy of the same life that all hide after the glossy castrated covers of social networks with smiles from an ear to the ear on the ideal persons of ideal people. And that, if is it possible to be non-perfect? That, if ideal is being in general impossible?"Tamara, what horse-radish"? - can ask you. But for an answer for this question it is needed to open a book and begin to read, and all at once will get up into the places - wrong, non-perfect places - but sincere and honest, without falseness and sham. It is time to become by a soba!"At some instant I understood that it and there is the same Book that I so wanted to write, that did not notice, as she bore. There are very much ideas in her, some поумнее, some as usual. But if will you suddenly decide at leisure to occupy a head a question: "That nevertheless wanted to all these to say author"?, that not suffer, here to you answer: "Go out a room. Accomplish errors. Life is she exactly about it".A book contains an unprintable bad language.