About the book: year / Having muttered “The betrothed-mummer...” in a patter, I tossed and turned, and fell asleep. And I woke up to something small and ticklish crawling up my leg. The first thought was “cockroach!”, the second was “stupid, we don’t have them!”, and the third was “we should at least open our eyes, and then start panicking...” That’s what I listened to. I opened my eyes and found... a mouse sitting on my leg. An ordinary little vole, which turned out to be not very happy with such attention to its person. I twitched, launching the impudent rodent into an unplanned flight, and he, flashing his light belly, plopped down somewhere in the grass with an indignant squeak. In... the grass? What other grass?! I looked around and realized that I still had a reason to squeal.…