About the book: 2021 / Ordinary life in a metropolis: husband, child, home, work. And a wound in the heart. An old, bleeding one that will never heal. Those who say that time heals are wrong, now I know that for sure. I buried him five years ago. My only and beloved man. My soul died with him when I threw clods of damp earth onto the lid of his coffin. This is not forgotten and does not pass. All that remains is to live on in a gray, measured life. However, it turned out that fate had its own plans. After all, it is this man that I meet five years later on the threshold of my husband’s office, alive and unharmed.