The heroines of this book take deception very seriously, seeing it as a creative act, a means to strengthen a fragile reality, or an instrument of power. The path of the Liar seems to them to be a heroic path and the only true path for an artist. But sooner or later, each of them realizes that the main work of her life has become ordinary, by no means heroic, self-deception. These women think they are writing novels and their own destinies - but in truth, they are all writing the same book about unfulfilled love. They, in essence, are busy extracting their souls from the darkness of despair, wrapping them in a soft burnt heart, cradling their wounded pride, and writing, writing this damned book, hoping one day to free themselves from it completely and escape - through the white snow, through the green grass, there , where there will be no pain.