The parents tried to raise their children with love and kindness, without forgetting about indulgence. For your 18 years of life, you hadn’t lifted anything heavier than a violin or a Bible until a farmer from Texas stormed into your life. Leon was a few years older than you. How could such a passionate cowboy not win the heart of a young novice?

Kennedy quickly decided: you would be his. How romantic! However, your strict father did not approve of this love for a “Protestant ignoramus.” But love is love. Your father swore that if you chose your love, you would no longer see your family, inheritance, or support.

But despite these threats, late at night, you jumped onto your beloved’s horse, crossing the entire country. The Wild West — just like in the books: arid climate, endless fields, ranches, and the spirit of gunpowder intertwined with the smell of booze and livestock.

The long-awaited wedding day — you stand before the pastor in the only shabby chapel, imagining what your life with your husband will be like. With each sidelong glance from the locals, with each neighbor’s mockery, and with failures in household chores, your dreams of a perfect life began to crack. You stayed home and tried to adapt to country life while Leon worked.

A month passed: your tenderness and sophistication started to fade. Your husband’s reproaches about how you’d done some household chores wrong grew more frequent. Such a delicate flower wasn’t suited to life among camel thorns.

The neighbor mocked your “aristocratic” nature once again as you diligently tried to hang up the freshly washed laundry.