A Russian story about a man looking the source of his happiness in different things.
His efforts, modest and not so remarkable results and the end.
A parable about one of manners to understand happiness as chain of possessions , ignoring the real source of it.
The colors and drawings, the voice of Yury kuznetsov telling a story old like earth , the final, not so surprising, containing so many familiar lives and the final taste of the embroidery of gramophone, double bed, bedbugs, sow and its piglets is cold to metalic.
A simple story reminding, in some measure, The death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy.