This little alphabet resembles a manual of hand labor, everyday contemplation on pain and the beauty of life - a beauty that is stronger than the ugly world and much greater - on death, which is a small part of life, on man, and mainly on the man who narrates, the "Homo Fabulator".

Above all, it is an elegy for folk tales, those seemingly painless stories that can save us from incurable pain, incurable emptiness, incurable cowardice, incurable misery, incurable boredom - all the evils that lead to purposeless filling of free time and free pain. Faithful companions, these ancient narratives accompany us on the journey back to our own Ithaca without becoming pigs in Circe's apron, without eating the cattle of the Sun. They teach us trust in life, offer us strength and beauty, and endure to beautify our journey until the end.