A lyrical and compelling portrait of Liuba, a single, working-class mother of nine in rural Russia. In Russian, Liubov means "love", and while she often curses at her children, her affection is obvious. To have many children is the only one of Lyuba’s dreams that came true. With the support of her eldest daughter she raises them in a remote village. The youngest have to be looked after first and right afterwards hard work is waiting in the cowshed – carrying heavy sacks, feeding, clearing out the shed. Later she goes back to the children, to check their multiplication tables, to wash and feed them. Men are non-existent or drunk, they too need to be looked after. An endless cycle that cannot even be broken with her own sons. Liubov is always on the move, whether she is running away from her violent husband or to her eldest son in jail, or visiting her daughter in the maternity ward, yet still able to cry with joy when the tenth child is born.