About the book: 1915 / The road was a swamp. Just a few years ago the swamp was impassable and impassable. Now a rough, dusty highway ran through it, and a telephone wire stretched towards the monastery; Telephone poles stood at random and at odd angles in the loose soil: deep ditches, with muddy water at their bottom, guarded the road. In some places, crops and magnificent meadows have already conquered the swamp. Further along stretched peat areas and on them, near the road, steam engines made noise and beeped among swarming human figures. It seemed to the priest that monks were also scurrying around there.