...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!