2012. Evening. Warm, May evening, like a new life. In the village it had a special pleasant atmosphere.

The girl was sitting on the fence near the field with sunflowers, listening to the radio in headphones and to some song unknown to her. She was quietly humming a tune.

Mary is an artist and florist in this village. She draws to order, paints necessary things, prepares posters for various events. She is sociable, cheerful, which means almost everyone in their village and is always ready to lend a helping hand, for which she is loved. She has blond hair, the color of wheat, and light brown eyes, not reminiscent of an autumn grove in the dawn or sunset sun.

And suddenly she, opening her eyes, notices a man. Taller, a little gloomy, clearly not happy. The wind begins to blow sharply and knocks off her hat, which flew straight into the hands of a stranger

"Oh, sorry!"

At that very moment the girl exclaimed, climbing down from the wooden fence and running up to the stranger