Does a Ukrainian patriot dream of personal happiness? Does he want to love and be loved? And what if, contrary to the poet's words, his beloved does not want to love Ukraine? These are simple questions, but they were not easy for the heroes and heroines of Oleksandr Konyskyi to answer. He was a participant in the events and an attentive chronicler of the era. Spiritual loneliness, the struggle for the right to be oneself, the happiness of mutual understanding, the feeling of complete self-realisation these are not only literary plots, but also his personal experience and the stories of his acquaintances. Just imagine for a moment: you are a lawyer, fighting corruption in the Kyiv City Council, writing a column in a newspaper, writing poetry and prose, and you have millions of things to do. And you want to love, to be loved, to be devoted.