It happens like this: you think your life has finally settled down and even turned out well. You’re a lucky one—everything is even and smooth. And then—an удар. It’s as if you stumble on a level road and realize that what used to be there—wasn’t life, not real life. Someone appears who you can’t breathe without; you can’t physically breathe. If you were nineteen, you wouldn’t doubt that happiness would last forever. But you’re nearly forty, and you no longer believe in fairy tales…