God alone knows how it is there - in Afghanistan, in an atmosphere saturated with rancid dust, on a parched, tormented land, where metal was torn to shreds and burned, where bloody bandages, like blooming poppies, could cover the field where fighters communicated with each other only by shouting and swearing - how could the women survive there; little of! how could they love and be loved, how could they not fade, fade, or turn into dust? Only God knows, only God... The novel was previously published under the title “PPZh. Field wife"