When a woman is unhappy, she sobs, her shoulders tremble, and with her the whole universe trembles in time with pain for her daughter, so carefully sent into this world, and now so inaccurately offended by someone. When the woman is unhappy, her chest is constricted by resentment, not allowing her to breathe freely, forcing her to collapse, hunch over and become smaller, and along with her this world becomes smaller and deformed - the voices of birds become bad, sunrises and sunsets become blurred, rains become monotonous and soul-exhausting. When a woman unhappy, her blood beats in her veins unevenly and lazily, and along with her all earthly streams lose their rhythm. Rivers turn from nurses into killers, burying the life that had just begun to blossom under an impenetrable swamp. Springs dry up, meeting those who want to drink from the black slurry. The waterfalls dry up, gaping angrily protruding polished stones, once, through the cheerful streams, seemingly innocent boulders. When a woman is unhappy, her voice is raspy, and her thoughts are not free. Rushing at crazy speed in the same circle, terrible pictures are played out in her mind over and over again, leaving potholes and making her become even more unhappy, but never finding a way out. Her inner garden, so in need of nourishment with good thoughts, withers, abandoned and abandoned, and with it the universe withers, twitching from the empty songs that are gaining momentum, choking from the growing weeds of voluptuousness, shrinking from obscene words that penetrate the minds unattended, yes and those who remain to live in their souls. When a woman is unhappy, she cannot love. Her service becomes forced, her care becomes mechanical, her songs strained, her dishes tasteless, and her creativity false. Not receiving the energy of Female Happiness, the universe dims, the moon hides, and only demons are filled with female sorrow, like fresh blood, and, whistling with excitement, they head into people to look for weak souls and sing their black mantras to them. When a woman is unhappy, her light turns off and in Infinity it becomes darker, much darker, darker for a whole woman. When a woman is unhappy, rush to console her, and if at that moment you steal a glance at the sky, you will see how out of nowhere a star will light up there, or a swift will cheer up, or maybe The poplar will rustle. And if all this does not happen, then look into your heart, there will probably appear a new song that you have not heard before - this is the Universe thanking you for your daughter…