Like a beautiful flower dotted with thorns, love gives happiness and pain at the same time. Therefore, not every person has the courage to love, not everyone is willing to pay for the joy of love with suffering, which, alas, is inevitable even in the most prosperous stories, because man is fretted, and his fate unpredictable, and holding happiness in one's hands is not under any power. And yet people continue to love each other, raising above them the fragile flower of that feeling, as a symbol of victory over one's weakness and short-lived, as the enduring value of human life.