From the pages of Analog

There's something about the whole cosmonaut getting married while in space story that reminds me of the sort of stories that were the stable publishing diet of the old SF magazines up until the 50s. There's a whole 'and in the future, you'll be able to get married over the wireless while you're in space and your bride is still on Earth!' air about the whole thing, really. I think the clincher is the line where it's announced that the bride 'plans to move to Moscow and open a vitamin store while her husband continues his space career'. OK, it's not quite selling the mythical food pills we were promised as part of the future, but a 'vitamin store' does come close.