"In a bunch of yellowed old letters, I happened to meet one where a line similar to beads spilled into a purple patch."
Correspondence of people who love each other, Volodya and sweet Sasha, who was his first love.
An unforgettable meeting at the dacha ... Then Volodya goes to war, very far, to China. Letters fly through the years and the country.
They tell each other everything. Sasha suffers, not understanding the complex relationship of parents.
Volodya dreams of finding his own father, and when he finds it, he suffers from his indifference towards his son.
Sasha, having lost his beloved Volodya, is going through the break of the future husband with his first wife and daughter. It is not easy to form Sasha's family life with the artist, the bitterness of misunderstanding and the pain of losses poison her existence.
It turns out that Volodya writes Sasha letters from the other world. Still quite young, he died at the front.
She always remembers him, at heart, not resigning to the death of the most precious person. Only in gentle letters to Volodya can she be herself.
What prevents us from understanding each other? Time, distance or mental blindness?
"They keep so many yellow sheets that are expensive ..."