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From the author: A message to the female half of humanity from the most important organ - from the heart! I have been waiting for the solo performance “Whisper of the Heart” for three years. This is how long Evgeny Grishkovets bears each of his new creations. This is not for you to write a post in an hour and immediately receive public support. This is three years of painstaking work: writing the play, editing it, then memorizing it and selecting the scenery, endless rehearsals and run-throughs. All so that one day, sitting comfortably in a chair, we can relax and rest our souls and hearts, laugh out loud and to ourselves. The sixth performance turned out to be very unusual, but just as recognizable and familiar as the previous ones. You listen to the writer’s stories and recognize yourself in them: “Oh, I did this too as a child. And I told myself this a hundred times, but in the end I did nothing...” This time Evgeniy played the role of the Heart. It sincerely talked with the Man for two hours. “Please remember, my dear Man, at what age did you suddenly feel tired?” As tired as ever! I arrived at work and was almost immediately tired. Why, you were driving to work tired. You woke up tired. I hear your thoughts: “I wish I could rest, I should rest”... So rest! Why is it that one day, when you finally go somewhere outdoors, you relax so much that I have to work twice as hard and faster? And our hearts have a great many such questions, as do other organs. Unfortunately, we truly begin to learn human anatomy only at a very mature age, when the organs themselves make themselves felt. While we are young, we are always running somewhere and in a hurry. Even theories of success tell us that we need to be on time. Like this? Just walk through the forest, listen to the birds, inhale the aroma of wildflowers, watch the sunset? I didn’t understand this before, but now I appreciate every pause, every stop, silence and slowness. What needs to happen in a woman’s life for her to finally understand? • Your second life will begin when you realize that you have only one, only one, and as long as you don’t like it, it passes!• You have time. Make sure that at the end of your journey you don’t repeat the words of one woman I know: “You lived your life like you emptied yourself under a fence.” Remember, life can rush through you like diarrhea! • Until time for rest appears in your daily, weekly, annual work schedule, it will never appear! “Lord, make me win the lottery!” – Buy a lottery ticket first – schedule time for yourself. • Anyone who cannot devote two-thirds of his time to himself should be considered a slave. Do you want to argue with Nietzsche?• Reconsider your expense item. What are you paying for? What can you give up in the name of rest? Remember that you pay for all purchases not with money, but with your time spent on earning this money!• Do you still want a big house? You will have to work even harder. A large house will entail large costs for its maintenance, heating and repairs. It will also need to be washed.• Look in your closet! How many things do you actually wear? Minimalism is not poverty, it is free luxury or luxurious freedom! Which one do you prefer? All your beauty is in your sparkling eyes! If after meeting you a person cannot remember what you were wearing, it means that they were exactly like that - brilliant!• Is there some kind of universal recipe for all workaholic women? - Eat! Understand what you want for yourself, from within yourself, from your very heart? Not what others want from you, but what you need. Send yourself a well-wishes card!• And finally... A mother's dilemma for all women in the helping professions. From the story of one girl, the daughter of a home midwife from the south of France: “I don’t remember my mother as a child. I didn't see her. She was either in labor or recovering from childbirth. I don't want to repeat her path. I want to have time for myself, for my husband, for my children, for my parents and friends. But it turned out to be not so simple: to be not…»