About the book: 1960 / The sun has set. The faded colors of the March sunset quickly faded. The snow outside the carriage window was gathering the evening blue. An early star appeared in the sky above the distant, now hard to see hills. It was getting dark in the carriage. There was no light on the train yet, and a drowsy stupor took possession of the passengers. They had already talked about everything during the day, and everyone knew where their neighbor was going and why, and the prices for potatoes and lard in all near and far areas had already been clarified, and all cases of carriage thefts and incidents were listed. In the staggering, sleepy darkness of the carriage, the wheels tapped endlessly; in the far corner one could still hear the monotonous talk of some old woman, who in the morning began to talk about her grandson Porfishka, from whom nothing had been heard since the first year, and then he showed up on his own…