About the book: 2011 / “It rained not two, not three days, not a week, finally, but two whole months. There seemed to be no end to it. November had already arrived, then it began to come to an end, but there were no signs of winter. Day and night, gloomy clouds crawled low over the dirty, dull fields, there was some kind of rotten, unpleasant warmth in the air, and from morning to evening the slightest drizzle drizzled. The earth stopped absorbing water. The roads no longer seemed like roads, but like continuous narrow and endlessly long swamps, along which it was impossible to step.…»