It seems to me that here I am like a mother on one of her school photos. Facial features and my mom are different, but many find similarities. This is probably because we are like soul, although living very different lives. When I started to live in Moscow, the mother could not accept the fact that I’m not that little I can myself… But I because of the nature opposed to listen to her advice, we were fighting. Unfortunately, I did not realize that the mom you just have to listen, just love and just be there. When we grow up, to give advice and suggest is the meaning of their lives. And have you ever had difficulty communicating with mom?