“Lilac branches with brightly smelling lilac flowers were trying to climb into the open window. In addition to her, the evening fresh air smelled of cut grass. In the kitchen sat the commercial director of the construction holding Grigory and his dacha friend Sanych, a local craftsman, democratically drinking with all the residents of the Mysl gardening association. And in the partnership there lived outstanding people: scientists with scientific degrees, professors and intelligent businessmen who bought dachas not only with the unique architecture of the fifties of the twentieth century, but also with the aura and spirit of a unique dacha village with a history of national scale. Each plot of the old wooden house occupied half a hectare and dizzy with the tart pine spirit...”