In her short life, Natasha experienced so much grief, so much injustice, saw so much human spite, endured so many insults… Yet she did not become embittered or blame anyone. She simply believed that it was she who was to blame for everything. After all, if she weren’t guilty, why would she be offended so harshly?
And then she met people who treated her as an equal. They took part in her fate—and changed her entire life.
And then she met love she never even dreamed of.
And then she understood what everyone who is happy knows: all people are good!