About the book: year / "...If you think a lot about happiness, if you really want happiness, you begin to dream about it. If you tenaciously believe in happiness, you can hear the rustling of its wings. Yesterday I dreamed of a huge bird with such unearthly eyes that under its sparkling gaze, flowers bloomed in the dry and endless snow, also unearthly, strange. A magical bird sailed like a rainbow sail across the blue sea of ​​the sky, pouring God's pearls into human snowdrifts…»