When everything is tested and tried in life, and the process of being turns into routine and represents only repetitions of the passed in a new shell, the soul begins to want to rely on something that has an intangible value. Children just is that value. Someone will say that this is not so. But there is no feeling more pleasant than when a child looks at you with eyes full of life, when he smiles, when he hugs and kisses you. All material, against this background, becomes only necessary environment for the extension of these wonderful moments. Means become only a tool that helps to make a child happy. Only at this moment life acquires meaning, and sense accumulates accumulated experience. It is not easy and easy – at the same time.