About the book: year / I walked along a path lined with large red and yellow slabs. The sun was shining from a cloudless sky, it was very hot, and there was not a single thought in my head. Along the alley, on both sides, there were tall, rocket-like trees. Rockets, what do rockets have to do with it? There was something connected with them. But I didn’t want to think. The alley, meanwhile, ended, and I suddenly found myself in a rather large open area. In the center there is a huge flowerbed, on the right there is something like a sports ground - boys are throwing a ball over the net. The game is kind of difficult. Not volleyball, for sure. I don't even know other games. I don't make my living from games... Stop. You can't think any further for now. Why not? You can't and that's it.