About the book: year / Huge motionless fish, in long white shirts, drifted across the boundless blue sky, dragging deep round shadows along the sun-scorched earth. Separated from their native places, they seemed to float at the will of the wind, without any good reason, surveying from above the monotonous rocky surface, which must once have been the bottom of some ancient sea, whose heavy waters stretched widely, like the present the endless sky, which has now become a safe haven for them. This impression, however, was deceptive. Pisces carried out their work steadily. And when the first moved her gristly tail, forming a heavy dark fold on her shirt, the second turned her eye so that it began to resemble the flap of a slightly open door, and the sun ray reflected from it left a mark on the ground. The third, barely noticeably sliding her fin, causing the fabric to sway, gave a sign to the others. In obedience to the general plan, they hovered high above the gentle clayey slope of the endless steppe, to the edge of which (after all, it had to end somewhere), without a doubt, the sea retreated when its time ended. “Here,” the third silently decided. “Here,” agreed the first.