The history of wigs counts enormous number of years, but this particular one was adding significant, even grandiose, image to its owner. Of course! He was invented by the Sun-King himself who decided to vex nature, which do not acknowledge the kings, and equally ruthlessly depriving hair both of the autocrats, and their grooms. But it is a question not of Luis XIV and not of wigs. I’d like to share with suddenly appearing theory of existence of two subspecies of people whom allonge goes more than others. Despite the fact that nowadays they are used only by the judges in conservative England (and, by the way, most of them are far from wig admiration), please perceive all underwritten as poetic metaphor… So, subspecies number one: Lion-Man. His Birthday is not necessarily in August. It’s not about the zodiac character, but in incorporated in such person Alter-Ego. First of all, it adores to patronize on the provision of obvious submittance and respect. The Lion-Man is magnanimous up to indulgence which, we must to admit, is humiliating. His slow grace filled by advantage is cunning and does not give the chance to surrender to relax: at every moment he can grow furious and to jump, to rip in pieces, to destroy. Therefore to live with him on the same territory is quite high risk, without possession by art of training. Here, for example, the head of the family goes: breast like the wheel, chin hitched up. Next to him, almost hanging on his hand, goes his very young (or not very) wife, kind of a “woman-child”. She does not put away from him her admiring eyes, because worship to his person is mandatory condition established by the Lion-Man. She listens to him with slightly open mouth and with rapidly blinking eyes… There is a great temptation to put a reddish allonge on his head in order to see from far away such magnificent specimen of self-confidence, but she will not allow to do so! Even though “woman-child” calls certain disgust with her pitiful image, but that’s only in the few first minutes. Then you notice rich fur coat covered, fingers with the gold rings and then you can involuntary admire her sophisticated strategy… Or, let’s say, the subordinate enters to the boss’s cabinet with mirror plate on door, and here he is, such Lion is in copper allonge, un-brushed, inflated. He sits in the leather chair as an impressive block, and there is a silence around him rings literally, and seems that you can hear as his tail beats irritably somewhere under the polished table top. You understand at once that it is better not to dispute and not confront. To sigh obediently: “It is striking, but you always are right…” Strew head by the ashes. And then to be rewarded, because you admitted the Lion-Man as the strongest and wisest, whose aura resembles red mane… Now we will proceed to the subspecies number two: Head-In-Clouds. It is clear that allonge on such person is entirely snow-white ringlets, and whatever under them, are unpredictably and superficially changeable, as clouds in the serene blue sky. “He has seven Fridays in a week” – that’s about him. He knows the latest fashion trends. He smells an expensive perfume. He sincerely cries on the final scene of “Titanic”. He sincerely believes in his promises and never completes them. His beliefs are contradictable. Behavior is not logical, ideas are chaotic, and in moods he is often falling into extremes. To trust him, to hope and to rely on him is similar to death… However, it impossible do not admit, how devilishly he is good in this dazzling halation of air curls! How cute he is in his natural childish immaturity! And still, he seems to be a real, natural child of the Nature among us, locked in our serious adultness with its boring limitations, obligations and values…