Sanka Sokolova dreamed of becoming a writer since childhood. But I had to be content with the philological department of the pedagogical institute. Sanka’s other dream, about happy mutual love, apparently was also not destined to come true. She caught the admiring glances of men, but none of them aroused trembling feelings in her. Only the courtship of the wealthy Artyom flattered a woman’s vanity and a beautiful life beckoned. It was getting close to the wedding, and Alexandra, in anguish, began to lose her eternal faith in miracles. Only now, at the crossroads of fate, a new meeting awaited her...