In Pesochnoe, there is always room for an ordinary miracle, and the happiness of its inhabitants lies in simple and understandable things. It is a small cozy world, cut off from civilization. Here live Misha himself along with a bear and a thawed mammoth, the hooligan Snegirev, and Grandma Olya. Also, one day in Olya's shed, policemen who flew in from St. Petersburg settled in, sometimes becoming philosophers and sometimes turning into an orchestra.
In Pesochnoe, they pick mushrooms, measure the temperature of the Arctic Ocean, and play chess. The little chapters can be read one after another or in random order. Each of them is like a short parable: sometimes a little sad, sometimes a bit philosophical, and sometimes insanely funny. Givargizov's stories are childishly naive, where something fantastic always lives next to the real.
In the second part of the book, this fantastic element breaks free. After all, Misha sets off to mysterious hot India. The wooden houses of Pesochnoe are replaced by Indian temples, and the journey transforms into a vibrant kaleidoscope: exotic dishes, encounters with yogis, elephant rides, film shoots... But even in a fairy-tale country, one should not linger when there is a place and people to return to. And Misha heads home, where all of Pesochnoe greets him like a great traveler.