My budem schastlivy, moya prelest

It is not known where in the yard of the Moscow elite house, in the center, one night appears a cow. The cow is exhausted and barely wandering. The cow is strange and beautiful. Katya saw her first. I saw it at the time of the greatest disaster of my life. Katya leaves her husband, Vadim, whom she has loved for fifty years out of her fifty-four. Kate needs something to cling to, at least someone to be needed to survive. And she gives shelter to a cow in her empty huge apartment. Katya becomes attached more