About the book: 1915 / A dim evening descended over the city and little by little turned into dead night. At the window of the deserted, dark corridor of the bursa, the tall, stooped figure of the seminarian, the only one remaining in the bursa on this festive evening, was barely visible. Everyone had somewhere to go, but he had nowhere. Frozen in a motionless position, he looked out the window into the deep darkness and it seemed to him that an endless, bottomless abyss had swallowed up all the horizons, capsized down and went up, destroying the world. He leaned his burning forehead against the cold glass of the window, peering into this abyss with a wide-open gaze....