When I look at my reflection more carefully, then, as if watching a movie, I see my life. And I think: "Do I have to be sad about an extra wrinkle or the grey hair?" Because if I think about it, I had a good life. I cannot complain. Even though I lived through the tough years: the Second World War and the following years, and my parents weren't rich, so I didn't inherit anything, which isn't something I regret, but I am grateful to my parents for giving me high education and I am grateful for having married well and for love. I had two children and still did my doctorate. And all my life I worked with students, which always inspired me. And that's why I remember that I always tried to look well. I always had a hair do and was well dressed; I even had the same hairdresser all those years. Later my daughter and my daughter-in-law used the same stylist. So of course it became more difficult when I became a widow. That was 14 years ago. My riches are my years. It's like in that song by Kikabidze: "My years, my riches" - I can say the same. And now I am happy about the achievements of my children and grandchildren and great grandchildren because I have direct impact on their upbringing. And this also inspires me. So one must live. Life goes on.
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