Pedestrian street in the city center and Uncle Sasha. A musician or not, an artist or not, a philosopher or not who wants to say something about what is important to him and, it seems, completely unnecessary to others.

Nature in the lens and on the canvas, disputes about the creative present and monologues about the past, unity and divergence of views, emotionality and tranquility, fog and nightingale trills, this is the romance of the last summer of childhood.