About the book: 2021 / – Give me your hand here, girl. – His voice boomed again, like thunder or an avalanche in the mountains. She held out her hand to him, trembling with fear as her small hand sank into his large hand. “What is your name, girl?” – Ina raised her eyes to him. His face was so close. He must have leaned in to hear her. It was so inopportune that I thought that he had beautiful eyes, steel-gray in color. Like mountains in the sun or like thunderclouds. And then everything disappeared, she was flooded with fear, her heart began to beat loudly in her chest. And he squeezed her hand in his. “Ina,” she barely pushed out of herself. The name rang out like crystal breaking on stones. How her whole life has now shattered into thousands of fragments. – I take the mountains as witnesses that I name Ina my bride.