A small wooden dacha, steeped in the quiet magic of endless summer days: the creak of the floor, cozy nooks, secret little hideouts, mother's voice from the window: "come eat!" a friend's question "wanna go to the river?", apples in a bucket, berries from a neighbor's garden, playing hide-and-seek along the alley, and bedtime stories - a return to the time when the world seemed bigger and the days stretched on forever.