He is immersed in the despondency of endless war pictures, he is at war in a long protracted war, his time is the end of the 10th century.

She lives a hundred years later, mleset at the dacha, writes letters to him.

And he writes - to her. Or not to her?

How can heroes know and love each other in absentia, despite the fact that he will never live up to the time when she will be born? .. They write to each other as contemporaries, or inventing one another in their fantasies (and what else to do A lonely person in this world?), Whether feeling superfluous that once and somewhere lived or will live a native soul, which can be addressed in a difficult moment, which you can at least write. To pour out one's soul, talk about trifles, important accidents, body experiences, eye and heart movements ... about what makes a person's life at all times, under any circumstances.