Jasulan suffers from a heart disease. To treat him, his mother takes him to Alma-Ata, the capital of Kazkahstan, to a sanatorium. The boy discovers the big city where everyone speaks Russian and the crushing monotony of a state-run institution. This is a wonderfully drawn portrait of the inelegance of the Soviet years, of being poor in the flattest countryside imaginable. Omirbaev is, as always, poetically precise with subtle injections of humour, a carefully drawn story of boyhood and growing up.