About the book: year / How do you know who your sweetheart is? He comes with a rod. Perlovitsa on the crown, Pistons with a strap. Ah, he died, lady, He is cold dust; There is green turf in our heads, pebbles in our feet. The shroud is white as mountain snow... A flower over the grave. He descended into it forever, Not mourned by his dear one. William Shakespeare, “Hamlet”»