Cosmetics are my weak point. I began use it at age of thirteen. I tried to look like my mother. My mother was very beautiful and fashionable woman. She looked younger then she was. She took care of herself very thoroughly. She had a lot of tubes with creams for the skin of the face and body. They were of different color, shape and size. All men on the streets paid her a great attention and it made my father’s blood boil. My mother always taught me that woman should look good at every time of the day and that everything must be in order – hair, face, dress. Every friend of mine envied me that I had such modern and wonderful mother.

Now I’m thirty seven years old and like my mother I have a lot of different cosmetics. I can’t pass by beauticraft store. Much part of my salary I spend to purpose to be beautiful and of course all my cosmetics from famous and high quality brands. But the only difference between me and my mother is that my husband likes when men pay attention to me. It makes him proud. All my cosmetics are located on the toilet table and sometimes it seems to me that it will break soon under the heaviness of all tubes. Once upon a time I didn’t find a tube with expensive moisture lotion. I thought I put it somewhere and forget about it. But next moment I saw this tube in my handmaid’s hands. I thought Lucy returned it to its place, but she put it to her face. I was very surprise. Of course, if she asked I wouldn’t mind and give it to her, but she took it without permission. What impudence! I was raving with anger. I couldn’t control myself and I came up to Lucy and began shout on her. But she couldn’t understand what the reason of my sudden anger was. Next I saw how my little daughter April looked in mirror standing on the chair and was ready to put my lotion to her face. It was April, not Lucy. I was wrong. I apologized and rapidly took it from April’s hands it was age-controlling lotion. April reminded me my childhood and I didn’t say a word to her. And as for Lucy, her cream just looked like my.