The Herbalist There were no doctors before...Not even that. Once upon a time in the world there were not only beautiful princesses and brave knights, but there were no doctors. In the sense of today. There were healers and herbalists. They were a hospital and a pharmacy. More precisely, the pharmacy was the whole world around, especially plants. They knew the properties of plants and their application. They knew the human body and soul. A useful social function today has become the destiny of "pseudo-medical" and "alternative healing", balancing on the verge of law and mysticism.But you cannot hide a destiny, and you cannot drink away skills.Imagine a child with a craving for plants. But craving is not a botanist who studies pestles and stamens under a microscope and dries herbariums. No. A child who truly loves plants sees them and hears them. And besides, an inquiring children's mind understands the pain and illness of human souls.What will happen to such a child, who will he grow up, what place will he occupy in society, and will he be happy?It is always difficult to be different, and to bear the imprint of a nonexistent profession is even more hard. And if beautiful princesses today can marry anyone leaving the throne, then the herbalist has no place to go. Through life, he carries the connection with nature in the stuffy mazes of the concrete jungle, remaining for everyone an incomprehensible fairy-tale character, useful and scary at the same time.