Two women—mother and daughter. Two stories about patience and the ability to reconcile oneself to losses. A man in their family can be only a grandson or a son—yet to him are given, without restraint, the hearts of the women who have suffered.
Leonid, surrounded by women all his life, understood them better than anyone. A woman’s love nourished him, gave him hope and the strength to live. And he searched for that love in every woman he met, and it was never enough.
When Leonid’s wife became Natalya, a modest theater dresser, his relatives accepted her coolly, but had to put up with it. Natasha was an excellent wife in every way, yet her husband cheated on her. Her perfection irritated him—he turned away from it. But he silently carried his cross until, on his path, a bright, charismatic Sonia appeared…
This story is about a woman’s long-suffering patience and the desire to possess exclusively and completely—about simplicity and cunning that sometimes go hand in hand.