About the book: 2020 / How can you go crazy, one day without guessing, Days filled with emptiness, sorting out Walking through labyrinths, paths, reaching a dead end From alien feelings, one day he drooping The soul searched, it searched for palettes, canvases. What I fought for, that’s what I ran into... To be afraid of myself in mirrors... How can you go crazy, in the light of day, in the night. I.N. Kronchukov