About the book: year / Under the conditions of the frame-up hanging over him, he could not go anywhere. “Somewhere” is the best concept in his perception. He doesn’t care where he goes, as long as he can expend a large space on a grand scale - to see the vastness. Stas lived in a split wooden country house that ended up over a deep earthen crack after the last movement of coastal soils in the area of ​​Kovalevsky's Dacha. The cracks in the low plank walls of the house almost repeated the split of the earth. He covered them with all kinds of rags, a blanket, pillows, a sweatshirt. He says that he is protecting this dacha. The owners came twice to throw him out of the wreck, and both times he told them for a long time how he managed to defend his property from the robbers of yesterday. Good: - this is a rake, a hoe, a broom, a bucket - which, obviously, were there somewhere. I've never been inside. In general, from it, it is impossible to understand where truth and fiction flow. It seems to me that he also came up with his own name.