My narrowed, my mummy. Bocharova T.A.

They are so different. She is a last -year student of a technical university, strong -willed and purposeful, used to doing everything according to plan. He is a loafer and sloppy, who could hardly graduate from college. She dreams of a scientific career, and he does not set himself any goals. They only have a common name: she is Zimina’s wife, he is Zhenya Kartsev. And they would never have crossed their paths if it were not for the youth amateur choir, to which the institute friend Lyuba brought Zhenya. The girl herself cannot explain a strange sympathy for a closed gloomy guy who is either silent or Kolko and ruthlessly ulcers, but you can’t order the heart. If she only knew how this passion would turn her whole life, putting her before a hard choice...