About the book: 2004 / - Do you know the legend? - he asked and immediately moved on to this legend. “They told me about it back in school.” In the Middle Ages, one juggler entered a monastery. Allah knows why... Ivan, of course, did not know the details, just as the old teacher who taught him cruelly did not know them. He didn’t try to compose his own - he didn’t need them. - Well, of course, he didn’t know how to pray as he was supposed to. In general, he didn’t know how to do anything except throw... like me. He sees that one monk is bowing, another is speaking in Latin, a third is healing the sick, and everyone is trying to stand in front of the statue of the Madonna. What can he do? So he took his balls, chose a time when no one was around, stood in front of Madonna and started throwing. He throws for an hour, he throws for two. I did everything I could. And what I couldn’t do before, I also succeeded. He feels everything, he has no strength! Fell down. Sweat pouring out, green stars in his eyes... And then Madonna stood up, stepped off the pedestal and wiped his forehead with her blanket.