A romantic hero, living by mistake in our time in the poor scenery of a provincial town. By training—a biologist turned geography teacher. Raising a daughter. Drinking with friends.
Having lost his way and being lost. Living a messy, unsteady life. Drinking out of boredom and hopelessness. Tormented by guilt.
The last romantic—he doesn’t lose faith in life and people, no matter what. And in his soul, love is able to grow—unexpected and impossible, doomed. As a reward for his humanity, it briefly illuminates his life. Both in the city and on a march, floating down the wild Ural rivers, he carries it within him like a precious thing.
It’s a path from loneliness to loneliness. Simple and plain, like a sandwich. Tender and piercing, like a sip of mountain air. Cheerful and sad, like life.