Evgeniy Nazarenko

A long-married couple, somewhere past middle age, live a quiet routine of half-contentment. He sits in a big easy chair reading the paper and puts a song on his record player, using a wind-up blue bus instead of a needle. She refills the hot water in his foot-bath and puts down food for the "dog," a kind of caterpillar-dachshund with a leery human head. He is a swollen, blue-skinned, balding lumpen-man. And she, beneath her apron and polka dot print dress is... a Hen. (Ferenc Marhalin)

There lived a magic box. (cinecouch.com)