About the book: year / The war has long died down, but the wounds it left do not heal. Sitting by the window, Ksenia sorts out a string of jasper beads and thinks about the man who has always been the only one in the world for her. About the one who was considered a traitor and servant of the Krauts, not realizing what a difficult and dangerous mission he was carrying out... The war died down, like in a kaleidoscope, years flashed by, but Ksenia still keeps the treasured thread and believes in miracles.