About the book: 1950 / Judging only by her figure, she wouldn’t even be thirty - flexible, slender, like a young girl. And the clothes are suitable: a fashionable, expensive suit made of smooth, shiny fabric; In high-heeled shoes, the grace of the lines of the nylon-clad legs should make a particularly strong impression. The face... the face was not a girl's. Concern lurked in the eyes, folds lay on both sides of the mouth. Her eyes are deep blue, but her gaze... she has some kind of double vision. The eyes look at you clearly and distinctly, and at the same time they see what is behind your back. You feel that the years are behind her, and over these years she has seen much more than an inexperienced girl would have time to learn. “Thirty-five,” I thought, “and is a success.” She stood in the doorway for quite a long time, without saying a word, “I have had the opportunity to observe.