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…V devichʹikh mechtakh Izbrannik predstavli͡alsi͡a sovershenno inym. Vysokim, stroĭnym, belozubym filosofom-poėtom s tonkimi dlinnymi palʹt͡sami. A moskvich, za kotorym Eva plelasʹ v metro, byl krepkim bri͡unetom. I khoroshai͡a podacha s uglovogo ego interesovala bolʹshe, chem zakony dialektiki. No Eva znala odin sekret: muzhchiny vybirai͡ut, buduchi davno vybrannymi...Ėta svetlai͡a i oshelomli͡ai͡ushchai͡a povestʹ Natalʹi Nesterovoĭ o bessmertnoĭ li͡ubvi, pronesënnoĭ cherez strany i veka, ne pereizdavalasʹ bolee desi͡ati let po ri͡adu prichin i za ėto vremi͡a stala eshche aktualʹnee i pronzitelʹnee. I vot nakonet͡s ona vozvrashchaetsi͡a k chitateli͡am!

...In her girlish dreams, the Chosen One seemed completely different. A tall, slender, white-toothed philosopher-poet with thin, long fingers. And the Muscovite, whom Eva trailed in the subway, was a strong brunette. And he was more interested in a good corner kick than in the laws of dialectics. But Eva knew one secret: men choose, having been chosen for a long time...This bright and stunning story by Natalia Nesterova about immortal love, carried through countries and centuries, has not been republished for more than ten years for a number of reasons, and during this time has become even more relevant and poignant. And finally she returns to the readers!