"Laurel leaves are not eaten" — a novel for unhurried reading that helps distract from everyday worries. At the center is a story of a family, love, and the lives of ordinary people born at the beginning of an eventful and, at times, terrifying twentieth century.
In 1921, Lavrik Lantratov returns to Moscow and becomes drawn into events that threaten the Old Believers. He must endure all trials: survive the destruction of his family home, remain faithful to his convictions, and protect his loved ones.
At the Alekseevskaya waterworks, in an orphanage, and in the museum office, Lantratov and his friends face difficult choices: to live according to conscience even if that destroys them, or to follow the crowd mindlessly.
What can heal a wounded heart of a young man? Perhaps love. At that moment, Vitta appears in Lavr’s life—his Lily of the valley.
By 1991, Lavr Pavlovich Lantratov, who lived nearly to a hundred years old, writes his will.
What remained with him from that far-off world? A crocodile-skin reticule, a working barometer of Karl Votkey, a fantascope with glass plates, and a father’s cigarette case made of twenty zolotniks.
And behind each of these simple things lies someone’s destiny.