About the book: year / Rita painted her eyelashes in front of the mirror, while impartially examining her reflection. After each stroke of the brush, for some reason she began to blink frequently and purse her painted lips into a tube, as women usually do, imitating Marilyn Monroe. Having finished the final touch on her face, she looked at herself for a long time, looking for unnoticed flaws. Finally, satisfied with herself, she rose from the ottoman, straightened the dress she had worn for the first time, which had been kept for a special special occasion, and said out loud: “Well, for my thirty-three years and two children, I’m still pretty good.”.