About the book: year / (Second edition, corrected and expanded) Autumn evening. The mirrors reflect a pale hero who cannot sleep. A shadow has fallen on the life of his memories, which is why the thoughtfulness lurks in his eyes. This is how wonderful poems are born, when you love with all your heart sincerely and tenderly. Well, what else... Oh, yes - the finishing touches: love always passes - it's inevitable. But the poor heart is troubled and does not know that one can live in the world without loving.