About the book: 1888 / “...Styopa looked up, - at the top there was a month and bright stars were burning, and there was no number for them. And the distant stars seem to blink at him. Stan looked into his grandfather’s face and shuddered and recoiled. Grandfather’s holey eyes sparkled at the moon, as if they were alive, and a smile seemed to flicker on his icy lips. And Stepa became terribly, terrified, and he ran home, not feeling the ground under his feet.…»