About the book: 2020 / The old man stepped onto the cemetery ground and sat down tiredly on the grass. How did he end up here? Why did you suddenly quit everything? Is it all Poincare's fault with his recurrence theorem? Completely gray-haired, with a face dotted with wrinkles, because of which old scars were not visible, the old man did not at all look like the professor. Especially here, among the deafening silence of the cemetery. He looked up at the gravestone where he was sitting. Eve. She passed away six years ago. She has always lived here, in her native land, in Belarus. Once they were inseparable. Then he left these lands. As I thought - not for long. How many roads has he traveled! Ales dreamed that he would enter a European seminary, graduate and return home. But fate decreed otherwise. Two world wars, one civil war, scientific work. And so he, a famous physicist, found himself in his native land. Eve. How different their roads were. How different happiness was. Was it?