About the book: 2014 / Could it be that in the middle of a broad day purple flower petals fall from the sky, settle on the sidewalk, get tangled in the hair of passers-by and suddenly turn into drops of blood?.. Could it be that a recently disappeared eminent artist haunts you in a ghostly form?.. Previously, Zoya, an inveterate realist, would not hesitate to answer: “No.” Previously - until all this began to happen to her.