No matter what Krasnoyarsk resident Sergei Kuznechikhin writes about - about fishing, the taiga, poets, workers, drunkards - it is impossible to tear yourself away. Bright, colorful, juicy. Although sometimes you want to cry for his heroes, feel sorry for them, improve their fate... Kuznechikhin began publishing in Soviet times, but his works, like those of most writers living in the depths of Russia, are unfortunately poorly known to the general reader. Maybe the book “The Guardian,” which contains prose from different years, can correct this situation.