About the book: year / The man’s hand sharply pulled the wood of the door handle. His fingers squeezed it and felt the relief of the coating over its entire surface. The body quickly flew inside. My feet jumped onto the unusual parquet floor. We entered the elusive step of the carriage, if you believe your breathing and heartbeat. A gust of wind rushed in with the man, carrying the sound of metal tubes dancing overhead. There was a light scent of flowers. The chest rose and fell quickly until the border effect momentarily erased the purpose of the rush and threw the memories-photographs of almost the past day into the trash, into the shadow of the past.