About the book: the year / The moon has not yet risen, darkness is even visible. I leaned over and looked, and there seemed to be a package lying on the threshold. I stepped over the step and into the house. He fumbled for the lamp and lit it. Lo and behold, on the threshold of... that one. The child is lying there, somehow wrapped in rags. It's grimy - you can't tell whether it's an animal in fur or a person, only its nose is like a button and its eyes are sparkling. Well, I think we've arrived…