Dedicated to my Friend - Julia Once upon a time there lived on earth a Woman Warrior. While other women defended themselves with the help of beauty, this one mastered the art of combat. She masterfully wielded a sword and spear, a knife and a club, and knew how to develop a strategy or use tactics. And the laws of fortification obeyed her. And the Woman Warrior also wore armor. Heavy, forged armor that tightly fitted her body. The Warrior Woman always thought ahead. The Warrior Woman was ready. The Warrior Woman always fought. The fighting spirit drove her from place to place, and she did not stay anywhere for a long time. But in every corner of the country they knew that the Brave Warrior would come to the rescue at the first call. Every day there was a battle, every night there was a battle. The years passed. It was not in vain that the Woman Warrior fought - she defeated all the enemies in that country. And in neighboring countries she exterminated the villains, and from neighbors of neighbors... It seemed that this was happiness - peace on earth and tranquility! Ah, no! The Warrior Woman became sad. Day by day she became sad, and her swords became dull, and her armor rusted... She decided to fight with windmills, but some eccentric smashed them to smithereens long before she was born. All that remained was, how dejectedly to wander around the world, in the hope of meeting at least a seedy villain... The ordeal brought her to one village. This place was previously famous for its peacefulness, but now it completely resembled a corner of paradise. They said that angels often visited there... It was getting dark. And even though in any dwelling - from a hut to a palace they would have received her with joy, the woman, out of habit, spent the night in an open field, under a broom bush. The wanderer put a shield under her head, covered herself with a camp cloak and fell asleep - a light and heavy sleep... And then, just like As stated in the parables, an angel appeared. Ironic and delicate, like all God’s messengers, he sat down next to him and asked: “And how long will you wander senselessly through cities and villages, carrying iron rubbish?” Don’t you, a great strategist and cunning tactician, understand that this mission of yours on earth is over? The Woman Warrior in her sleep either sobbed or sighed: “I understand... But what should I do now?” Maybe,” she continued with hope: “You, good angel, will take me to heaven so that I can serve our Father, the Lord?” The angel grinned: “There are enough servants in heaven without you... He paused and added: “Ah.” In fact, we in heaven noticed a long time ago that the most helpless of people are warrior people. They fight all their lives and you don’t understand who they are fighting with... Either they are exterminating external enemies, or internal ones... The Warrior Woman listened to these speeches with surprise, and when the bright messenger finished, she asked again: “So what should I do now?” How to find a new purpose? The angel shrugged his disembodied shoulders: “I don’t know, I don’t know... It’s no good telling us... But you, like a blind person, ignore all the signs, like a deaf person, you miss voices...” He glanced sideways at the heavens: “Well, at least open the flight deck.” school for girls, you will teach them the art of flight. Everything is some kind of business, and a piece of bread, again. The woman stared in amazement at the adviser: “But I don’t have wings!” But the angel either reached the limit of his time on earth, or the stupid woman bored him with useless questions, and He waved his hand in annoyance and began to melt... The last thing he said was: “First, try to take off your armor.”…