Even if you are slightly over forty, you have four children, and your husband recently left for a young and childless rival, and you have absolutely no idea how to live further, you should not fall into despair. Everything will still be fine. Because life goes on, throwing up new problems and new meetings. And sooner or later you will have to admit that the klutz, who by the will of fate was drawn into the habitat of your careless family, loves you, and not your eldest daughter. And that the children have long accepted him into your “pack.” And most importantly, it turns out that he is truly dear to you. And it’s only because of some stupid prejudices that you still stubbornly refuse to see the obvious.