About the book: 2015 / I have already begun to forget when it was. And my memory is increasingly torturing me, as if asking: did it happen? But it happened , however, it was. I remember the fishing dawns, breathing the honeyed forbs of flooded meadows, and sitting on rafts fragrantly smelling of tree resin - booms, the very same ones towed along the Sukhona River to the shore by busy rivermen on river tractors "RT" slowly walking through clear water ”, from the speakers of which came the razdolny and thundering over the river “Oh, how good, good!».