About the book: 1986 / “...I found Alexey at the hut on the rubble. He sat, basked in the evening sun and thoughtfully drew something on the ground with a stick. My friend has aged!.. When I left the village, he was about forty years old, and then he looked like a fine fellow. And now his beard had turned completely gray, his face had wrinkled, darkened, something seemed to press into his chest, his shoulders leaned forward, sank - and he somehow hunched over, became lower, smaller…»