This theatrical tale of the hardships in the lives of four sisters is like a tapestry, woven with the fates of humanity, greed and hatred, and it is breathtaking from the very first moments. Each character has its own weaknesses and flaws, which like rust gnaw not only at their souls, but also at the souls of those who dare to believe in the goodness of man. Greed not only destroys human values, but also sows destruction all around - a destruction in which love, compassion and conscience drown. Nothing is sacred here, except one thing: irony itself, which, like a wry smile, haunts every action. The irony is like a glimpse from the outside, from a time when the sisters were happy, when they did not yet know greed, when they did not yet realise that life could be so cruel. Although the subject matter is serious, and hardship destroys destinies without mercy, there is a faint veil of irony over all this hardship. Such a life is not all black and white, and in between there is always that gentle smile, sometimes silent, sometimes bitterly audible - it is the very irony that everyone recognises, that everyone is close to, because what is happening is not just the story of the sisters' lives. It is the story of all of us.