The peculiarity of this novel is that the author himself does not give exactly any assessments, he simply tells, impartially and impartially. The reader himself can draw conclusions, and it is possible that someone will shed tears over sentimental episodes, and someone will giggle cheerfully... This is a story about one Odessa courtyard... And the reader begins to smile. Because Odessa has some special magic, and everyone likes Odessa humor, even those who arrogantly look at this surzhik. But I did not want to smile at all when reading this book. Although Odessa is there, and there is a dialect, and there are Odessa cakes. But just not laugh right, but cry. Because Odessa is only a big drop in which the whole country is reflected, it is just the ordinary life of an ordinary country, and we see how gradually ordinary civilians fall under the magical influence of party demagogues and common sense is inferior to demagogic slogans, and now the whole yard is voting for the eviction of the drunk poke of Iona Cheperukha.