About the book: year / "...The corner of the blue lamp, similar to a fantastic flower, is broken off. Along the edges of the jagged glass, a thick ribbon of light flows - yellow, with blue highlights. A trembling tongue of fire, so thin, licks the dusty corner of the room, shimmers like dark mercury in the shiny cup of the bed, runs in a dim stripe across the table. I have an unbearable, painful desire to write to you, my distant, good friend. After all, on this strange, slightly sad night, we were always together. Shall we, darling??..»