About the book: year / -- I only have twenty-five minutes for you. The schedule is tight. Question less, listen more. The helicopter is waiting. The representative from the district walked briskly, like a crane, through the deep snow on his long legs, and the short chairman of the local agricultural association trotted after him in his trampled felt boots, puffing and wiping sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his sheepskin coat. The day turned out to be sunny, windless, blissful and quiet, you could even hear the centuries-old spruce trees cracking from the frost. The chairman, steamed with indignation, yelled at the commissioner so loudly that at the other end of the village they would have heard.