In every little child, both in the boy and in the girl, there are two hundred grams of explosives.

There were positive sides to this family. Not quite a lost family. But who will say that happy? Under one roof, but in fact apart. Everyone is hiding something, everyone is lying about something.

The bottomless abyss lies between the father and the children, the same gulf lies between the children themselves. Native people and such strangers ...

Malice, enmity, greed - that's what this family stands for. Only a heart-to-heart talk with his youngest son makes his father face the truth.

All my life I put on children. To feed, educate, support. And all in order to ensure that the neighbors were not ashamed.

But in this pursuit of external prosperity, he did not notice at all what was happening at his side. The eldest daughter chases the husband for treason. The son sleeps with a distant relative, a seventeen-year-old schoolgirl spends his time with his mistress until morning.

He was expelled long ago, and he does not disdain to steal money from his mother for his merry leisure. And everyone lies, lies, lies.

What happened to the children who gave everything they had?

Torn from the ground, blown away by the wind, tramps, rolling the field ... What can they know about themselves? How to find your place in life?

Everyone is waiting for the master, but he is not there.

The fact is that Alexander Grigoryevich shot himself.