On one frosty, bottomless night at the beginning of the XX century, the sound of copper bells was heard in a small taiga village of Khanty hunters. A wedding caravan of reindeer sleds moved along barely noticeable paths from house to house. But which yard would it turn into?
The driver confidently stopped at the house of the old man Epim Iky. Here, just last year, guests were promised to be given any of his daughters as wives. Only the father did not wish to give away his older daughters – he needed helpers in the household himself.
After long persuasion, they came to a difficult decision: the youngest daughter, young Kunavatavie, would get married. And already the next day, they seated the girl with her dowry in the bride's sleigh, and the wedding caravan set off on its way.
Ahead of Kunavatavie awaited adult life in an unfamiliar large family under the watchful eye of a grumpy mother-in-law. A life bubbling with events, like the mighty nurturer, the Ob River.