The picture depicts a Stalin-era house in sunny bunnies. There are such houses in many corners of our homeland and they are all near and dear to everyone. They are like the cradle of our childhood. In my memories, they are always radiant, kind and "warm" as grandmas cakes. Sequence of bunnies from medieval tapestries takes this era to the distant past. I leave for the viewer the fleeting door of the subway car. Sometimes I want to go back to the moment where our souls sparkled, to stop at the "happiness" station. And then to set off again, filled with sunshine and warmth in the soul.