Short stories, overheard at the station, told by casual counter-people - the same casual counter, and behind them, behind each of the stories - a whole life.

Here the machinist, for example, with his wife was lucky. She understands it with a half-word. And in locomotives he understands as well as he does, even though he believes that she does not know anything about mechanics. And when the machinist decides to adopt an assistant young to teach his business how to teach, his wife will not argue with him. Only bedding a bed for my son and pancakes for breakfast.

And the old man and his wife lived well. True, his son had long since grown up and left home. Old men missed their son and decided suddenly to get another heir. Well, the little old woman endured the baby, but she could not bear childbirth ... That's why the old man remained a foster father.

Many such stories, one, the other, the third - and now weave a canvas of folk life, where each person is connected with close and distant people, where all the stories are different - and similar to hundreds of other life stories.