Nikolai Evdokimov wrote a sad story on social issues, the heroes of which are homeless people, people no one needs. Urban, rural (more precisely, near-dacha) homeless people, homeless travelers. Here, in the story, a homeless man, an inhabitant of a garbage can, has a name - Grigory Karyukhin (former entrepreneur), has friends, the same poor homeless people, and animal friends, dogs. Each of them had their own sad story. “My God, what are we living for? Why is he, Karyukhin, trampling the earth, is he really destined to rot in this garbage dump...” Nature is still more merciful to its children. People are more merciless. A very scary story in its hopelessness.