A woman just over thirty… Is she already too late for happiness—or still has a chance?
Katerina is a lonely woman with a child. Work—home—school—and then, suddenly, her daily carousel is interrupted by Alexander appearing in her life.
“Katya, tired, adjusted her hair in the mirror and stepped out, closing the office doors behind her.
Friday! The bachelors rushed off first, eager to head to sports pubs to make noise with friends over a mug of beer. Then came the preoccupied married women—this weekend promised to be warm, so families were gathering for their dachas for the last bits of the harvest and for another possible chance to eat fried meat over an open fire. Last but one were the heads of families—their wives and children kept urging them on with phone calls.
Katya always left last—no one waited for her at home, and she didn’t have a dacha, so she had to shut down the premises and hand the office over to security. What else is a divorcée over thirty good for? Young, lively girls breathe down her back; for a man ‘over forty,’ it’s nicer to bewitch a twenty-year-old than to take on the burden of care that a woman accumulates by the age of thirty.”