"This is a myth turned inside out about the furious Colchian queen Medea; this is not a novel about passion, but about quiet love. Not about fiery revenge, but about magnanimity and mercy that are carried out in the same décor on the Crimean shore… But what is most important to me is not touching the great myth, but trying, to the best of my abilities and understanding, to create a monument to the departed generation to which my grandmother and many of my older girlfriends belonged. They’re all gone now, but in my mind I often return to them—because they embodied, in their life and death, high examples of spiritual fortitude, fidelity, independence, and humanity. Near them, everything became better, and the feeling was born— that life isn’t what it looks like from the window, but what we make it…"