It would seem that this is a favorite, and already fairly hackneyed, technique among science fiction writers about a kind of “stencil” and “cardboard” “entrapment” in some same “cardboard” world... But you won’t find this “cardboard” “entrapment” on these pages! The Author's hero, in essence, is to his own soul - each of us, those who sincerely love forests, fields, mountains, taiga, snowdrifts sparkling under the winter sun, who love our Motherland, Primordial Rus', Beginning Rus'. But! He doesn’t love in a “like-social-network-glamorous” way, but he loves because he himself is a part of his Motherland. Our Motherland.