My family and other animals ...

The family hearth burned down and turned into ashes.

Furniture from Czechoslovakia, crystal behind the sideboard glass, a green lamp on the loading table. Typical apartment of a typical Soviet functionary.

Like in any family, his family could not do without a freak. A treacherous careerist and traitor married his daughter.

Before the pension, he hoped for a raise, but his own son-in-law went around his job. And his daughter exchanged for the daughter of an official rank higher.

Did not live up to expectations and the son. First - a dapper major, contented with life, then - a sullen and self-absorbed young man on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

A childless and abandoned daughter commits suicide. The son goes to fight in Afghanistan without the prospect of return.

All well-being turns out to be a sham and falls down like a house of cards.

An unborn child here turns out to be the happiest member of the family.

The conflict of generations, the collapse of hopes and the loss of illusions are not just a tragedy for a single family. Grief and trouble all over the country in its difficult times.

The tie thread did not break. From 1978 we are sent straight to the present. To see that they remember.

The door to the past always remains open ...