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woman, rose, song, bone… or about female patterns.

The world is changing with incredible dynamics. Every day it brings new situations, new conflicts, new challenges. Everyone is thrown into his belief and it is up to them as they orientate. It is not easy to find your life journey in the contemporary world, your firm place. It is not easy to organize relationships. Traditional patterns are collapsing and social models are valid. Each generation finds that the experience of the previous ones has lost validity, and that it is necessary to adapt to new situations with new approaches. Build your own value charts, decide according to their own criteria. It is necessary to set your own rules. Especially when you're a woman. The role of a woman, her position, her expectations have never been changed in history with such a vigor to such a global extent. In this situation, they gain patterns, examples, inspiration on the price. What helps her to orientate on her journey. Life inspiration becomes an inspiration for movement renditions. Plagued by their own body after children's polio and more than thirty operations after a car accident. Without live -born children Nematka, overshadowed by a more famous husband. She did not succeed in any of the categories at that time intended for women. She ran into the inner world of imagination for freedom that the real world had denied her. She created a phenomenon later marked as "female aesthetics". A phenomenon that knows the world today. Yet she is the most earning entertainer of the present. Female instinct, ferocity, ruthlessness, natural intelligence, stubbornness and fierceness made it a dictator of trends in global entertainment. She understood pop rules, grabbed them firmly, and forced the world to convince that she could be what the world wanted. And that anyone who goes to his dream can do so ruthlessly and hard. During the famine in Ukraine she buried two children, with other children survived the double crossing of the queue, after the war came to see the borderland. All life faithfully alongside grandpa, a notorious alcoholic. She was a great duvet in which children hid from his daily drunk fury. She took care of the economy, ie what left after collectivization, household, garden. She never thought she had left her grandfather, never complained. She never burned. On the contrary, she radiated love and peace that would never be as deep as in her arms. From the first moment we sat down. Her way of training, strictness and friendliness. She had a child very soon, so she couldn't study high. She didn't work with her partner, she had a sick mother, so she stayed with her child alone. Nevertheless, in addition to full -time work and training, she was able to finish college. Purposeful, hard, brave female. I looked to her as a child and nothing has changed in adulthood.