About the book: year / “The clearing was huge. Seryoga, no matter how hard he looked, could not understand whether it ended somewhere. Both in front and behind, its red-green space imperceptibly merged with the horizon. On the left, the clearing was bordered by a forest. Mighty ancient pines stretched towards the smoky sky, in which a small blue sun floated. With a dead, otherworldly heat it poured over the dry grass, the pine trees, and Seryogin’s black head...” The text is presented in the author’s edition.