About the book: 2011 / "...The horses rushed and ran. The bell rang with a boring ringing. I looked back. The lagging behind, Popleshka, painstakingly trotted around his horse, treating it with blows from time to time. Clouds were swirling in the sky. Dark shadows flashed along the road. The sad steppe ran away into a vague distance... The subway was chalk. Silvery dust flowed over the snowdrifts…»