About the book: year / As always, the alarm clock chirped unexpectedly and, of course, at the wrong time. There's nothing you can do, you have to get up. During the night, the space under the blanket warmed up quite well, and at least a little of this space was more or less enough for Fyodor to sleep warm. There’s nothing you can do, you have to get up, work, so that it’s distorted! No, you don’t need to twist it, work, it’s worth its weight in gold now, you have to hold on to it with your hands, feet, or anything else, so you have to get up.