About the book: 1913 / On Sunday morning Mikitich did not have a presentiment that he was living his last day in the world. That morning he woke up under the fence of his former hut and for a long time could not figure out where he was and what was happening to him: some kind of extraordinary world was spreading around him. He was only aware that he was lying in the thick of burdocks and saw a pink dawn above him. But from this dawn a black shadow fell on him... the shadow moved and was so huge that it was scary for him to look at it. He peered at her with crimson eyes... and suddenly cursed, and then began to laugh when this shadow, painfully touching his leg, swayed and walked away from him. He recognized the neighbor's cow, immediately recognized his hut... and remembered that the cow was no longer his neighbor's and the hut was no longer his. Then he rose with difficulty to his trembling legs, stood, leaning on the fence and watching the deserted street with a senseless eye..