My dad smokes only Belomor. Kusainova Zh.B.

You are in front of your short stories. They consist of warm and bitter memories of childhood, about beloved people, about a mountain Kazakhstani village. There are stories about St. Petersburg, a gloomy, foggy and still a radiant city. The heroes of these stories are ordinary people, ordinary collective farmers, citizens, children, circus artists, teachers, waiters, old people and old women. In a word, all - we and those whom we meet every day on the streets of our cities and villages.

these are stories about people who forever remained in the memory of the author of the book, in her heart.