The play, in which the characters are experiencing, and the hall must empathize.

But empathize with what? After all, here, in this small wonderful place Chulimsk, like, everything is fine - everyone loves each other ...

But for some reason, happiness does not even smell. Maybe they like something wrong, although .. how can you love "not so"?

And it turns out that you can - when love turns out to be undivided.

Here someone has a non-reciprocal love for the Motherland, someone has a man for them, and someone and children have love, but without understanding, they torment such a feeling, they do not give a quiet life.

And all somehow at the rupture, in the Chekhovian way, to tears and screams, to mental anguish, driving mad and forcing to lose landmarks ...

And after all, without this, it does not work for them, that's all. It does not come out to love those who love you, you can not hear those who try to shout out ...

Maybe the whole point is that they live closedly, the taiga is round ... however, is it so closed? Rather too in-depth in themselves, and shake them out can only an unexpected miracle ...

Such a miracle, like a pure, naive, incredible first love ... Only will they be appreciated? Or will a miracle turn into a tragedy?