About the book: 2016 / "- Good morning, captain. - Good morning, Hanks. - Welcome to the table, sir. The coffee is ready. “Thank you, Hanks.” The old man sat down at the galley table and dropped his hands on his knees. There, on their knees, they looked like two iridescent trout. Ghostly, as if woven from the vapor of his weak breath, two fish lazily trembled in the icy transparent depths. As a ten-year-old boy, he happened to see trout rising almost to the very surface of mountain streams. The barely noticeable movements of the fish were all the more enchanting because their sparkling scales, if you looked for a long, long time, began to mysteriously turn pale. They seemed to melt away before our eyes…»