About the book: year / The procurer of the rural reception center Pyotr Pavlovich Iordanov uselessly raged in the accounting department of the district procurement office, broke the wooden abacus of Ada Mendeleevna, which for thirty years had counted out tons packed in jute final reports with rope. The abacus knuckles were so accustomed to the chief accounting fingers with heavy rings that they always strove to slide along the smooth strings, guessing the calculated endless numbers recorded in the general ledgers and invoice reports with added arithmetic values. Now the disks have escaped from the captivity of the accounting frame and are lying useless on the floor of the accounting department..