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...This couple lived together for 28 years. Their friends called them Lucia and Slava and willingly visited their home, where love always reigned. He was the famous writer Yaroslav Stelmakh, and she was his wife, who shared both joy and trouble with him. But suddenly the irreparable happened: on 4 August 2001, the famous playwright died of a heart attack while driving his car... Lyudmyla Viktorivna took her husband's death very hard, but after a while she literally forced herself to start writing her memoirs . There is no chronology in this book - it simply tells about various events, meetings, and stories that happened in the Stelmakhs' family life. The language mix - some chapters are written in Ukrainian, some in Russian - adds sincerity and warmth to these memoirs. What is also interesting about them is that their characters are also the authors - friends of the Stelmakh family, not only writers, but also directors, actors, scientists, translators, whom Liudmyla Viktorivna mentions and who themselves recall Yaroslav Mykhailovych... This is the second edition of this book, and the author did not want to change anything, she left her memories as they were. Thus, those who have already passed away appear on the pages, but here they are still so alive and so sincere...