"Adelina zalyshyla mistechko v i︠u︡nosti, vidkryta do vyklykiv i spovnena spodivanʹ, ne po-tuteshnʹomu harna ĭ ne skhoz︠h︡a na odnolitkiv. Za kilʹka desi︠a︡tylitʹ vona povertai︠e︡tʹsi︠a︡ do batʹkivsʹkoï khaty v peredmisti Kyi︠e︡va z inshoho, amerykansʹkoho z︠h︡ytti︠a︡. Khtosʹ iz druziv dytynstva zminyvsi︠a︡, khtosʹ lyshyvsi︠a︡ takym samym, a kohosʹ zminytʹ viĭna, shcho nevpynno nablyz︠h︡ai︠e︡tʹsi︠a︡. Pro te, shcho bude vtorhnenni︠a︡, lunai︠e︡ z usikh usi︠u︡d, ale nikhto pospravz︠h︡nʹomu ne virytʹ u nemynuche. Druzi dytynstva proz︠h︡yvutʹ teple lito ta strashnyĭ li︠u︡tyĭ razom, shchob zrozumity: pidbyta odnoho dni︠a︡ z︠h︡yrna ryska 'nikoly' nichoho ne varta pered pytanni︠a︡m z︠h︡ytti︠a︡ ĭ smerti. I vse skladetʹsi︠a︡ tak, i︠a︡k malo buty, bo chas povertai︠e︡ sviĭ borh. Zreshtoi︠u︡, shcho take pʼi︠a︡tdesi︠a︡t rokiv sa-motosti v porivni︠a︡nni z vichnisti︠u︡?" --

In Ukrainian

Adelina left Kyiv in her youth, looking for a different life overseas. A decade later, she returns to her parents' house in the suburbs of Kyiv from her life in America. Some of her childhood friends have changed, some have remained the same, and some will be changed by the war that is relentlessly approaching. The invasion is heard from everywhere, but no one truly believes in the inevitable. Childhood friends will live through a warm summer and a terrible February together to understand: the bold line "never" crossed out one day is worth nothing in the face of the question of life and death. And everything will turn out as it should be, because time returns its debt. After all, what are fifty years of solitude compared to eternity?