Lyubaya spokojnaya zhizn' v nashem mire, dazhe schastlivaya, odnazhdy zakanchivaetsya
I vrode by vtoraya zhizn' -- prekrasnyj bonus! Tol'ko vot otravit' tebya norovyat pochti srazu. I dazhe esli vykrutilas' -- est' shans prozhit' etu samuyu vtoruyu zhizn' nishchej odinochkoj. Iz imushchestva -- tol'ko nemnogo zemli i staraya bashnya. A tut eshchyo i nezakonnuyu doch' ot sobstvennogo muzha navyazat' norovyat.
Tol'ko ved' ne privykla sdavat'sya Lyubov' Nikolaevna, net, ne privykla!
Teploe bytovoe fentezi v dovol'no pastoral'nom mire, gde inogda, vsyo zhe, sluchayutsya raznye zhutkovatye veshchi.
