About the book: year / Lydia Grigorievna’s son brought him to the nursing home. The entrance to the territory was closed, the son got out of their car, she did not hear what he said to the guard, but the barrier rose, they drove through, and stopped near a five-story building. Having never been here before, she was surprised that there were many buildings on the territory. It was approaching noon, elderly men and women were walking along the paths, and old women were sitting on benches. “This is a real almshouse,” she thought. “Living out your life like this".