A realistic domestic novella in the form of a blog diary. A middle-aged woman with a touch of self-irony describes her meeting with her future spouse, the nuances of family life, methods of raising and teaching a difficult child, and shares her worries, doubts, dreams— with subtle humor she also depicts women’s age crises and ways to survive quarantine. She tells engagingly about the books she’s read and her personal literary experience.
“Right now I imagined that I spent good half of my life doing a kind of editing. I wanted to change the body, toughen the character, tune relations with people, polish family life, correct my unwise daughter… there was so much I wanted, to tell the truth. Sometimes despair would roll over me, my hands would drop, I buzzed around all day like a bee, and you can’t see the result—or it turns out to be too small, just tiny beads. I understand that editing life is much harder—so tightly it’s intertwined with other personalities, so directly it depends on politics and nature. But I don’t give up. Sometimes I even envy my invented Tina. Her creator is kind, and that’s why in the end everything will definitely be fine. No matter what obstacles appear along the way, there will also be strength to overcome them. And if you imagine that all of us are people—also characters in one grand many-volume epic… What a scale! What an author’s fantasy! We run in circles, fuss, get angry and feel offended, and above us there’s already a planned course—who to give what, who will get patted on the head, who will have bread with butter spread thick. Every author loves their characters. Even the villain she writes carefully—she might not sleep at night, otherwise readers won’t believe he’s a villain. And if in the book a good person suffers, then there’s a reason for it. Maybe in the last chapter they’re lucky—and we don’t even know it. We write, we’re written… ‘Everyone will have their own ABC of love.’”